Hello everybody!
First I want to say that I've been reading these posts for about a year now, but never really decided to post my own story. I'm not American, so it felt kinf of strange, since this is US forum, but i'm going to share anyway. But I apologize for any mistakes I make, my english is not perfect.
I'm 27 years old and i meet my boyfriend exactly 2 years ago. He's 3 years younger than me. Me and my best friend went out partying with some other friends and in the morning we all went for a little "after party time" at the apartment where he lived with 3 other friends, because they were studying in that city. We didn't really talk that day, just secretly looking at each other and 2 days later we started talking on facebook chat, then MSN and couple of days later when he got home for the weekend we got together.
It was so fun, we did everything together and he was so in love with me, and I was his first girlfriend. We were hanging at his parent's house for about a month when he told me he was bipolar. I already knew he has been hospitalised, but never knew his diagnose. The thing is, I live in a small European country, so a lot of people know each other. We have a lot of friends in common and even my best friend knew him from high school and knew he had mental illness. But I didn't care when she told me, because I never judged people like that. But if I knew then what I know now, I would probably run like hell!
Well, the first month was so great, we were laughing and driving around and going to a lake or just hang out in his room, watching movies or funny videos on youtube, we would have sex like 5 times a day and just talk about everything.
He was so funny and sweet, he was everything I wanted in a man and more!
I've had relationships before, but I never felt real love and devotion. He changed all that. I was sooo in love with him. Then we both realized, we're so much alike. We think the same thoughts, have the same dreams about life, like same stuff and are both very sensitive and caring.
After about 3 months he took me to the coast when we lived 4 days a week (college). It was so strange when we got there. He went to school and later work and left me there with his 3 roommates, who I didn't know so well. It was so unpleasant. I waited there the whole day and he didn't even call me after he was done with his hob, but called his roommate so he had to tell me that my boyfriend is comming back. But he didn't. He went for a beer. That kind of behaviour is not appceptable for me. So we had a little talk and everything seemed fine. In the middle of the night he got out of bed and started watching snowboarding on utube. It was about 3 in the morning so I told him that this wasn't normal and he should get into bed and try to sleep. I don't even know how we got into an argument, but I know I asked him if he didn't love me and that question made him punch the wall and break his hand. It was terrible. The next day he told me to get out of his life and that he doesn't want me around anymore. So I went down to the beach and just cry my eyes out for a couple of hours. He picked me up later, still very angry and he was just being really rude and continue to hurt me. I'm the kind of person who can always stand up for herself and doesn't let anybody take their crap on me, but he changed all that, I don't know why, I just couldn't leave him, I didn't want to lose what I've been searching my whole life, just because of one ugly scene. So I went back and we were supposed to stay there for a couple of days, but he said he wanted to go home and we did. After we talked he said he didn't mean all those things he said and that he was sorry. It was great for a month or so, then my birthday came up. His father wanted him to help on their weekend house and his mother also didn't want him to be with me on my birthday, but rather with his drunk ass father who has done nothing good in his life so far. So I sort of let that one go and he promised he would come 2 days later and we would celebrate it together. He never showed up. He said his father didn't want to drop him at my house. Ok, so I forgave him once again, because he said he's gonna come the next day and we'll have all day just to ourselves. He even called me when he was going to me but I waited 3 hours (he needs 15minutes) and he still wasn't there. I called him and he was drunk with his friends out on the lake. I was so pissed of, I called my best friend and we went out and I didn't answer his calls. After a couple of days I made the biggest miskate ever and called him myself and asked him if he wants to get together and talk. We talked, I told him how I felt and that this can not happened again. Of course he made all this meaningless promises, and I believed him like so many times after that. We shared everything, but it was more like that; when I had money it was ours, when he had it it was his. And I helped paying car registration and services, but he told me I couldnt drive it anymore that is not save enough, so I asked him , if it's not save enough for me, how come he had a baby car seat in (for his niece) and he just freaked out, why am I asking him and if I don't stop he will leave. I didn't stop, cause I wanted answers, I will not just stand there and act like everything is normal. So he left once again. I was running behind him trying to make him stop and talk to me, but he didn't listen, he ran up to his car and drove home. He turned off his cell phone and I spent another night crying my eyes out and wondering why this is happening to me.
After every "incident" I would try to work thing out, we would talk for 5, 6 hours and made a deal about everything, made the whole plan how to make it work. It only lasted for a day or two, then it was all forgotten again. One day I decided that I couldn't live like this anymore and told him that it was over. A few days later i got a call from unknown number so I went on the internet and it was the nuimber of a mental hospital near by. I knew it was him and he was hospitalised again. I didn't call back I just went there. He started crying and hugging me and I just felt so happy to be in his arms again. I never wanted to let him go again. So we had another talk and for a while things were normal again. After six months or so I found out he has talked to some girls on facebook and that was at the time we were together and I was visiting him every day in the snow I walked to the bus and go there and be there whole day, but still he wrote them. And he wasn't even sorry he said I made him do that because I was jealous and things like that. I was hurting so much I couldn't even breathe. That kind of episodes happened every 2 days or every week if I were lucky!
I lost my friends, my job, I quit school to be there for him all the time, I moved in with him and now I'm stuck! 5 month ago I've had it. He left again for no reason and left me crying alone in my room, even though I begged him not to go that I need him. He didn't care. So that day something change inside of me and I send him a message (because he wouldn't answer his phone) that it's really over and I don't want anything to do with him anymore. That hurt him very much and in the next couple of days I didn't answer his calls or emails, I really wanted to end all that sh*t. But as days were passing by, I couldn't take it anymore, I still loved him and I gave up and meet him.
He was soooo sweet, you wouldn't believe it. So I took him back under condition that nothing like that will ever happened again. I believed 'cause I WANTED TO be true so much!! Everytime I was dreaming about how happy we are, and everytime for the last two years I've been shocked more times than I can imagine. So after this we moved in together and for 4 month it was so great! It was like a fairytale and I didn't want it to ever end.
We had some arguments, but we solved all of them together and it was fine. In the past 4 month he told me every single day how much he loves me and wanna be with me for the rest of his life. AGAIN I believed him, he was so nice for such a long time that I started to be happy again and just when that happened, he turned into that guy that I hate again and in the last 5 days he manage to ruin everything we worked for and everything we had and he just called me 10 minutes ago and said again it's over and he doesn't wanna be with me anymore and was so rude all over again! Nothing has changed, it's only getting worse. So today I had to decide to finally get out of this circle of pain and suffering, because I'm all depressed and lost and don't really know what to do, where to go... I love him so much and just wish that everything could be tha way it was but I know in my heart that is never going to be okay. It's never gonna work. And he is medicated and goes to therapy,I even go with him, but nothing works. He's been on all sorts of medication, because in our country it's all free, we don'r have to pay for medication and doctor apointments. He was on lithium, depakine crono, abilify, ciprexa and so on. The sad thing is, that he was at his best when he decided to go of the meds, he was so good to me then, but he was hearing voices and couldn't function properly. I was so hoping that the meds wouldn't make him like that again, but unfortunatly I was right, even if it makes no sence, he gets like that when his on meds. He says he doesn't have any feelings at all and he doesn't care about anything.
I know I have to leave him as soon as possible, even if that means that I would be hurting even more, because if I stay I will just die of sadness. He is trying to hurt me in every way possible, so that I would come crying and begging him to love me again. But it's so not going to happened this time. I'm done with this crap, I just wanna be haopy again, I was always so full of life and I always had a lot of friends and things to do. Now I'm just lost in this world, I lost everything I wanted in my life and it hurts so much, it's unbearable.
I know for a fact, he'll be back with his sweet words and sad puppy eyes, but my job is to ignore that and stick to my plan, because I know in my heart only leaving will save me. Nothing can ever save him, I so wanted to, I wanted to show him how great can life be, but instead, he pulled me into his world of negativism and drama. I'm ever more !**@! up that him now and it's just not right!
I know I'm leaving the best thing that ever happened to me, the person I connected to on so many levels and love him so deeply that it's breaking my heart just to think about him.
But the point is, I have to be realistic, I know we could never be really happy and tearless for a long period of time.
I wish for every and each one of you, that things will turn out right, but be real and don't stay if you are sad most of the time.
This is my story...
M.