Thanks
@gizmo.
I've been thinking about what everyone wrote before he became drunkenly in love with some idealized idea of me. And how he is now.
Just as I was writing this post, he texted me again. "No drama. I'm just telling you I am ok with dying alone."
That was the entire facebook private message. I have no idea what that was. It feels like passive aggressive guilt tripping b.s. Or maybe I'm just mad.
I responded by giving him an ultimatum of sorts. Either we go to talk to a hospice counselor together, he talks to them alone, or I won't be in his life. He responded by telling me how damn tough he is and how many wars he has survived and that he will survive cancer too. He said he did not even feels sick until he started chemo. He said he quit chemo and is going to try holistic med. He did chemo one time. (which is fine by me how he chooses to fight it.)
I told him I can't take the idealizing and constant begging of me to be in a romantic relationship with him and I can't be he friend unless he gets counseling of some kind. He reminds me every other day he is dying and I don't get the point of doing that and then the next day telling me he isn't. I never bring up the cancer. He brings it all up himself... and I can't do this. He sent me a message about how we wants to just be friends and he is sorry, yet again. I've heard that so many times in the last week alone.
I messaged back and listed why I believe anyone would need help and that hospice counseling doesn't mean he is dead or for sure going to die. It just means some doc said he is going to die in less than three months and that's stressful and hard! I told him some people who go to hospice to talk to someone live, some do not. I told him I'm not doing this where one day he is calling me in a druken stupor claiming he is going to live for ever and then sending me messages when questionably sober to tell me he is going to die alone. I told him if he CHOOSES to die alone, then that is his choice. I told him there are many people who would like to be with him, live or die, but he is pushing them all away and I'm not going to be another friend who just its around and watches him do himself in. I told him if he wants me in his life, then he's gotta go talk to a counselor about this cancer. He messaged me back more about how tough he is and he will be fine. I asked point blank it the doc said he would die. He said yes. So I wrote him, "THEN BE MAN ENOUGH TO GO TALK TO HOSPICE OR A COUNSELOR ABOUT BEING TOLD THAT."
yeah... so... not one of my finer moments.... :( I can't believe I really wrote that. I was so upset.
He replied, "MAN UP? You have no idea who I am, what I have done, been through or witnessed."
I responded, "You are right. I have no clue what you have been though. I have deep respect for how you have served our country. I know you have faced horrors worse than I could even imagine. So how could talking to a counselor be any worse?"
(Yes, I know that can be way scarier in a way...)
He then messaged to tell me he is getting calls to go save a drowning driver in the creek. Which I don't know if that is possible. He told me he didn't have a job right now. He asked me to call him too.
I responded, "I'm not changing my mind. If you want me in your life, if you want me to call you, then I need you to talk to a counselor and I'm glad to go with or not go with you. I don't want your bullshit excuses why you don't need to. You are human. You are mortal."
I feel like a real jerk right now. I feel like *I* am trying to push him away.