I need advice, and it's impossible to find the advice I need from anywhere else.
I do have my own demons, but I don't think I have PTSD. Not like most here. I suffer from mostly derealization, chemical unbalances, and a few other things.
I'm the type of person who would sell my soul if it meant I would never have to see someone I love hurt again. I'd burn in hell with a smile. I am the most genuine, and selfless person I know. So selfless that I've learned now(I'm 28) that I realize it's become a character flaw. I will never become a better me if everyone else is always first.
Anyways, I've recently ended a relationship two months ago of three years, with someone who suffers from a list of issues - mainly PTSD, Depression, and Anxiety. Just to list a few.
For those first two years, we were a perfect couple. We had some issues but we always worked it out... We never had anything anyone would consider a big problem for 95% of the relationship.
The last few months were a little rough. However everything ended up smashing to pieces within a day.
It started because I could feel we were slipping a bit. I'm a laid back person except when it comes to relationships... If I see a kink - I try to fix it... It's one of the reasons my relationships always go on for so long.
She would only sleep, eat, and work. Then watch TV, or go on her phone all day.
I was getting tired of picking up her mess and us not spending quality time. So I started trying to get her to do it. It wasn't working, so I started being a bit more insistent. (Mistake number one.)
In the past - I would always have to lean on her a bit to get the truth out when something was bothering her. I may not be emotionally sensitive myself, but I'm extremely sensitive to others. I could always tell when something was bothering her... So I would push for answers, she would finally admit to things. It would be something ridiculous, and we would make up and have smooth sailing until the next problem.
I would always think the problem was worse then it actually was. So maybe my attempts to fix things ended up becoming a "self fulfilling prophecy".
Well near the end she kept denying that the problem was "us". It was always something else. However I knew it had to be something to do with me. So I did the whole, "let's break up with her to test her, since she's not admitting anything". (Mistake number two).
So I told her, and we talked a lot. She ended up calling her grandma, because she needed advice... Her grandma said I'm one in a million, that the problems we have can be fixed. My ex agreed. We worked it out, and promised each other we will start doing a bit more to the relationship: I was happy, she was happy. Everything looked great when I passed out that night...
That was the last night I spent with the girl I will always love and look out for.
I woke up, and everything was different. She was cold, callous, and her demeanor was passively hostile. I have no idea what happened between the time we talked and the next morning.
I went on my week for a bit. Thinking she was having bad days... But nothing changed - it was only getting worse. The girl I knew was completely gone.
I realized we weren't slipping anymore. We were falling towards rock bottom, quickly. So my heart went into panic mode, and my mind into defense mode.(Mistake number three)
Those next few weeks I spent every second trying to get her to open up. To tell me what I did, wrong. And why she emotionally shut down... She would just tell me she didn't know, that she doesn't hate me.
What's worse is she started confusing my boundaries with controlling behavior. She also started breaking promises. She started doing things knowing they would hurt me.
So the relationship went from a few problems to very toxic very quickly. By this point I was exhausted. So I kicked her out of the house, knowing she had more than enough to take care of herself... The night before she left to the hotel it never occurred to her that I would. Partly because how good I was to her. So I'm sure it was a slap in the face when I did.
While she was gone I still tried to get her to open up until I realized I was just making the situation worse. So I reacted, and started getting angry. She would text me only things she was doing but not things she was thinking. She kept having ridiculous requests that would drive me nuts. (Like selling drugs for her).
So I know I reacted like an ass for a while. Its hard for me to swallow that the girl I knew was gone for a while. That I couldn't reach her.
Now she seems to be drowning wether she knows it or not. She's doing everything she did back when she first got her PTSD. When she left - she wanted to do better for herself as an adult. However all she's doing it seems is partying, drinking, and having fun.
I've been trying to have her come and grab her stuff. Because it's all in this house, and it's hard to move on when everything is here.
However she says she has no time and is busy. But she's only busy avoiding anything serious. She has been avoiding everything related to me. Two months later and I still can't get her to talk about what to do with our stuff, and cat!
As good of a person I am - I can be a real dick when I feel betrayed... I don't want to be like that, and so I told her once she gets everything I will be dead to her. It's so I don't hurt her anymore. Since I keep triggering her problems, and we lost pretty much everything that made us great.
I do feel guilty about it though now. I realized I pushed her into shutting down. That she's coping the only way she knows how... That I've been basically doing everything under the pretense she's normal. Which was exactly the wrong way to act.
Now she's drowning, and I honestly can't watch anymore. I've seen it happen too many times in the past. I can't see an other loved one go like that. I had to bury my father, fiancé, two good friends; and recently my grandpa. Whos head was shattered and who's blood I had to clean off, basically. I cannot handle burying anyone else any time soon. My loved ones and their well being is 100% my only concern in life.
I thought she hated me, because of the way she acted. She was filled with content at one point. Now after my head is clear I'm not so sure where the PTSD starts and her character begins. This whole time I assumed she's been a heartless bitch.
I can't be friends with her. She isn't a good friend. Or good GF for that matter but I loved her anyway. I don't think she has the ability to forgive people even when she knows she should.
So my question is... Am I wrong for cutting her out of my life? Could that be the reason why she isn't getting her things? If I can't fix this situation, then what can I do to minimize damages? And why can she talk to anyone else, but not me?
I just wanted answers from her after she left. Now I just wish she would get her stuff and stop taking it out on my family. They've done a lot for her and she can't even say hi.
Anyways I tried being nice and sweet. Mean and angry. Now I'm just apathetic. It's stunning how fast it changed.
I'm moving on with or without her. I had to stand my ground and I couldn't let her cross certain lines.
It's just such a tragedy. We were the type of couple who could tell each other everything. Love was the one issue we never had. I can't believe it all ended so quickly.
The day I became too important to her to lose was the day we lost everything we had. That was the day she was too afraid to be herself, and that was the beginning of the end.
Isn't it ironic?
I do have my own demons, but I don't think I have PTSD. Not like most here. I suffer from mostly derealization, chemical unbalances, and a few other things.
I'm the type of person who would sell my soul if it meant I would never have to see someone I love hurt again. I'd burn in hell with a smile. I am the most genuine, and selfless person I know. So selfless that I've learned now(I'm 28) that I realize it's become a character flaw. I will never become a better me if everyone else is always first.
Anyways, I've recently ended a relationship two months ago of three years, with someone who suffers from a list of issues - mainly PTSD, Depression, and Anxiety. Just to list a few.
For those first two years, we were a perfect couple. We had some issues but we always worked it out... We never had anything anyone would consider a big problem for 95% of the relationship.
The last few months were a little rough. However everything ended up smashing to pieces within a day.
It started because I could feel we were slipping a bit. I'm a laid back person except when it comes to relationships... If I see a kink - I try to fix it... It's one of the reasons my relationships always go on for so long.
She would only sleep, eat, and work. Then watch TV, or go on her phone all day.
I was getting tired of picking up her mess and us not spending quality time. So I started trying to get her to do it. It wasn't working, so I started being a bit more insistent. (Mistake number one.)
In the past - I would always have to lean on her a bit to get the truth out when something was bothering her. I may not be emotionally sensitive myself, but I'm extremely sensitive to others. I could always tell when something was bothering her... So I would push for answers, she would finally admit to things. It would be something ridiculous, and we would make up and have smooth sailing until the next problem.
I would always think the problem was worse then it actually was. So maybe my attempts to fix things ended up becoming a "self fulfilling prophecy".
Well near the end she kept denying that the problem was "us". It was always something else. However I knew it had to be something to do with me. So I did the whole, "let's break up with her to test her, since she's not admitting anything". (Mistake number two).
So I told her, and we talked a lot. She ended up calling her grandma, because she needed advice... Her grandma said I'm one in a million, that the problems we have can be fixed. My ex agreed. We worked it out, and promised each other we will start doing a bit more to the relationship: I was happy, she was happy. Everything looked great when I passed out that night...
That was the last night I spent with the girl I will always love and look out for.
I woke up, and everything was different. She was cold, callous, and her demeanor was passively hostile. I have no idea what happened between the time we talked and the next morning.
I went on my week for a bit. Thinking she was having bad days... But nothing changed - it was only getting worse. The girl I knew was completely gone.
I realized we weren't slipping anymore. We were falling towards rock bottom, quickly. So my heart went into panic mode, and my mind into defense mode.(Mistake number three)
Those next few weeks I spent every second trying to get her to open up. To tell me what I did, wrong. And why she emotionally shut down... She would just tell me she didn't know, that she doesn't hate me.
What's worse is she started confusing my boundaries with controlling behavior. She also started breaking promises. She started doing things knowing they would hurt me.
So the relationship went from a few problems to very toxic very quickly. By this point I was exhausted. So I kicked her out of the house, knowing she had more than enough to take care of herself... The night before she left to the hotel it never occurred to her that I would. Partly because how good I was to her. So I'm sure it was a slap in the face when I did.
While she was gone I still tried to get her to open up until I realized I was just making the situation worse. So I reacted, and started getting angry. She would text me only things she was doing but not things she was thinking. She kept having ridiculous requests that would drive me nuts. (Like selling drugs for her).
So I know I reacted like an ass for a while. Its hard for me to swallow that the girl I knew was gone for a while. That I couldn't reach her.
Now she seems to be drowning wether she knows it or not. She's doing everything she did back when she first got her PTSD. When she left - she wanted to do better for herself as an adult. However all she's doing it seems is partying, drinking, and having fun.
I've been trying to have her come and grab her stuff. Because it's all in this house, and it's hard to move on when everything is here.
However she says she has no time and is busy. But she's only busy avoiding anything serious. She has been avoiding everything related to me. Two months later and I still can't get her to talk about what to do with our stuff, and cat!
As good of a person I am - I can be a real dick when I feel betrayed... I don't want to be like that, and so I told her once she gets everything I will be dead to her. It's so I don't hurt her anymore. Since I keep triggering her problems, and we lost pretty much everything that made us great.
I do feel guilty about it though now. I realized I pushed her into shutting down. That she's coping the only way she knows how... That I've been basically doing everything under the pretense she's normal. Which was exactly the wrong way to act.
Now she's drowning, and I honestly can't watch anymore. I've seen it happen too many times in the past. I can't see an other loved one go like that. I had to bury my father, fiancé, two good friends; and recently my grandpa. Whos head was shattered and who's blood I had to clean off, basically. I cannot handle burying anyone else any time soon. My loved ones and their well being is 100% my only concern in life.
I thought she hated me, because of the way she acted. She was filled with content at one point. Now after my head is clear I'm not so sure where the PTSD starts and her character begins. This whole time I assumed she's been a heartless bitch.
I can't be friends with her. She isn't a good friend. Or good GF for that matter but I loved her anyway. I don't think she has the ability to forgive people even when she knows she should.
So my question is... Am I wrong for cutting her out of my life? Could that be the reason why she isn't getting her things? If I can't fix this situation, then what can I do to minimize damages? And why can she talk to anyone else, but not me?
I just wanted answers from her after she left. Now I just wish she would get her stuff and stop taking it out on my family. They've done a lot for her and she can't even say hi.
Anyways I tried being nice and sweet. Mean and angry. Now I'm just apathetic. It's stunning how fast it changed.
I'm moving on with or without her. I had to stand my ground and I couldn't let her cross certain lines.
It's just such a tragedy. We were the type of couple who could tell each other everything. Love was the one issue we never had. I can't believe it all ended so quickly.
The day I became too important to her to lose was the day we lost everything we had. That was the day she was too afraid to be herself, and that was the beginning of the end.
Isn't it ironic?