by Zennerrific » Tue Apr 16, 2013 5:28 pm
Hello Everyone,
I haven't posted here on the forum in over a year now, I'm sure of it. My story: I was in love with a depressed man whom his entire family knew wanted to marry me. But, in 2009, he pushed we away. We came back together in 2010. He moved 1000 miles away to start a business, all the while completely unmedicated or seeing a therapist. He and I had the dream of me eventually living there. He broke things off with me again at the end of 2011 by simply disappearing and not responding to phone calls or texts. This was after I set up an appointment with a psychiatrist for him.
Fast forward to last summer. I learned from his sister in law that he had hit what most would think to be rock bottom. He had wrecked his expensive car without renewing his auto insurance, ticked off his business partners to the point he was selling off his side of the business and even lost a $10K watch in Las Vegas because he blacked out from alcohol and couldn't remember even taking it off. He told me he missed me immensely and wanted to rebuild his life. Said he knew now that he needed to stay on the medication. Oh! That was said before he went to Las Vegas and lost his watch.
We stayed in touch via phone and usually talked once a week, or maybe every few. I haven't been able to move on to anyone new, amongst numerous breakups, since you feel like you're essentially cheating on that person if they're ill and pushing you away. I'm sure most everyone here can relate to this. He decided to move 2000 miles away from me in the other direction to be with his father. He wanted to completely rebuild his life. Even go back to college to earn another degree. I thought it was risky for me, but I stood by his side. Especially when he texted me in the middle of the night in August asking if I would consider moving to his new location. Of course, I told him I would.
We actually saw one another last November. He had yet to move to his father's house at this point. Should have been in December. I could tell that he was unmedicated at the time, and appeared rather anxious and jittery. I could also tell by the accounts of his day to day life that he was stuck in an endless loop of depression and hypomania. Really, really off. He kissed me and told me he isn't scared of me anymore. Said I ask the tough questions. I told him that I live in reality.
I've been seeing a therapist who specializes in substance abuse, as well as depression and bipolar disorder. All along, I've felt that he is bipolar 2. She agreed with me, without seeing him of course, once I told her how he behaved in November. I also used to get advice from the "counselor" who used to post here a few years ago, as well. I will not be connected with that person anymore, since I learned how she took advantage of a person who used to post here with an outside business she kind of promoted. The "counselor" has issues of her own, and I can't be part of that. My therapist has a PhD. That's the only way to go, in my opinion.
Fast forward to the past five months: After we saw one another in November, he stayed in contact for ten days. Then... Poof! He disappeared again. Holidays are always tough for him, since this was the season his parents got divorced in when he was twelve years old. The pivotal beginning of his depression. I called and texted and did what I'm used to doing with a depressed person. I stayed by his side, hoping for the best, waiting...
Fast forward to last week: I learned that he was introduced to someone by either his father or one of his father's friends and that they have been dating since January. Supposedly, he is driving an hour each direction every weekend to see her and she's even met his mother! Is his family more insane than him?? He isn't working. He's living at home with his father, flying planes and deep sea fishing, taking one college course until January, supposedly, so he can achieve in state tuition... All in his 40's! I guess his family assumes he's just fine now? He's reinvented himself, just like he's done over and over again all of his life?
I finally got ahold of him after leaving a message cussing him out, asking him to please set me free if he's seeing someone else... Which would be WEIRD. I have BEEN asking him this in every single voicemail and text I've left him once a month or even more frequent since January!
He said I should just go ahead and date. I asked if he's seeing someone new, which he denied at first. I told him I knew otherwise. He gasped. Said it's only been a few dates and a few weekends. That it's nothing. He cried and said he was sad that it's taking him so long to rebuild his life and that he doesn't have the means to support me if I moved to be with him. I own my own alternative health care business and would need to rebuild a clientele. I'm not worried about it, as I could sell my business here for a decent profit. I've also got a good reputation where I live now, so I truly believe it wouldn't take me all that long to develop something new. He has known all of this.
He asked if we could at least be "friends for now" while he worked on his life. At first, I thought I could while we talked for only twenty minutes, because I had to go back to work. But, all I had to do was think about him sleeping with someone else and that changed everything. He said he wanted to be there for me, of which he hasn't been in years. He has given me some business advice in a few situations I had last summer with my auto mechanic and also on a tax question. I've been rehabbing from a serious neck injury I'd incurred back in 2009. Was he there for that? No. He is incapable.
I texted him later that day, asking if we could continue to talk about this potential friendship idea, since I was still quite raw and running on adrenaline. He never responded. I left a voicemail in the middle of the night the following evening telling him I can't be friends, since he's sleeping with someone else. That it wouldn't be fair to myself, his new girlfriend, or a potential new boyfriend for me. I also cried and told him I can tell he isn't balanced and that I see that he is just pretending. I can't be part of that. I love him too much to be a contributing factor in perpetuating his problem.
Sent a text the next day asking if we could talk. Adrenaline. It's a bad thing. I noticed that he had his phone turned off. That was on a Thursday around 4pm his time. Went through the weekend and did good things for myself. Spent time with great friends and expanded my mind. All healthy things to do for ourselves as the victims of the fallout of depression. By Sunday morning, I sent him a text message saying I couldn't be "friends for now" because of the unfairness to his new relationship and myself. Said that with all the love and support I've given him, I would be doing myself a disservice, especially since he has a new girlfriend. I wished him the best of luck. Again... His phone was turned off at 10am on a Sunday morning. Thursday through Sunday.
Could he have been with the new girl and made sure to turn his phone off, since he knows me and how I would behave? All of the other texts I've sent him have gone through on the weekends. I will probably never know.
What I do know is what I am sharing here with all of you: I have been trying to heal him since August of 2009. Almost four years. I've wasted the last of my fertile years, unable to move on because I cared about him so much. I've never loved anyone like him. Ever. I fought to save him. Over and over again. I have felt like a complete fool, because I wrote here that I would definitely move on if he didn't follow through with doctor's orders. I feel like a depression expert. I understand anosognosia, of which I think he definitely suffers from, being bipolar 2 without being a psychiatrist or a therapist myself. I've been stubborn.
Thank God for this forum, though. I learned a lot. Even from the "counselor" who used to post here. Unfortunately, I felt that her advice left me hanging on, yet it also helped me realize that depressed people don't necessarily mean what they do while they're experiencing a manic or depressive episode. So, I've gained more empathy for the plethora of depressed people here on this planet. That has even helped my clinic practice.
But, this is my advice for all of you: RUN if they won't allow help. Read as many books as possible before you run, though. One author I especially like is Dr. Xavier Amador. His book "I Am Not Sick I Don't Need Help" is great for attaining some skills while trying to talk a depressed person into getting the medical help they so desperately need.
Yet, if you're in a situation like I've been for the past four years, seriously think about what you're getting yourself into. I am the ONLY person who will face reality for him. His family is in denial. He has surrounded himself with friends who are either socially inept or addicts or both. I got phased out because he can't handle the truth. It's easier to pretend and move from relationship to relationship. Never really feeling. Never really expanding as a person. Comfy in the arms of the family wealth. Able to put on a shiny new watch, drive a new car, be given a girlfriend from a family most likely like his... An illusion.
Do you want to live this? Do you want to waste your time after you've done all the research and given this person your entire soul? I did. I wanted to experience the man I fell in love with. The man who was absolutely perfect for our first year and a half. But, four years of pleading with someone, unable to move on? Only to be replaced? Not worth it. You'll see stories of other's depressives trying on new relationships. Some come back. Some don't. And often, if they do come back and they aren't under a doctor's care... Boom! The roller coaster ride starts up again.
Seriously think about this. I'm not even the same person now that I've gone through this torment. I have great pity for the next man I try to involve myself with. I am so guarded and unsure of my own abilities at this point. Time for more therapy for me. More introspection. Please take care of yourselves. These depressives usually aren't dying in a pile. I was so worried my ex would commit suicide. He'd mentioned it before. Said this was his last attempt at happiness. But, he wasn't doing the work because he can't FEEL.
Please take care of yourselves. Don't waste the time that I did. I did make two amazing new friendships out of being here on the forum. Both women have moved onto new relationships. I have three others that I've kept up with, as well. None of these friends are posting here anymore. Maybe occasionally. I know both of my close friends have written a little something here and there, kind of like what I'm doing today. Saying goodbye to the support group that at least helped me feel like less of a fool for caring about someone. Because I had plenty of friends in my life that I've now moved on from who treated me horribly for holding out. That isn't friendship.
I will be your friend here and say, "How much do you want to take? If they won't accept help, you are going to be the carnage in the accident."
Wishing you all peace and strength. Zennerrific