Whatdreamsmaycome
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I started dating this man back in February of this year, since then we have been through so many things that would break anyone else up. I got into a car accident and he was there for me. He totaled his car and I picked him up from the crash site and drove him home and put him to bed. There were so many other nights when I would pick him up drunk and get him home safe. He was diagnosed with Combat-PTSD sometime between May-June. In June, things started getting serious, his drinking decreased substantially, that same month I got pregnant and I decided to get an abortion. After that, I felt we got closer, He was doing really well overall. In September I allowed him to meet my 4 yr old daughter. It was like finally everything fit into place. Well, as time passed we were doing well. I would spend the days that I didn't have my daughter with him. It was comfortable, we were all about each other. In mid November, he found some messages between my ex-husband and I (he went through my phone) and he was very hurt. See my ex-husband has been trying to get back with me, but I am not interested. Anyways, after I explained to him that I had no romantic feelings for my ex, he said he would get over it. But, he didn't. He became distant, whenever we were intimate it felt like just sex opposed to making love. I voiced how I felt no longer loved, he said what did I expect, that he was trying to get over it, but it was going to take some time. I said okay. Then he stopped contacting me. I asked him what was up, he said when could we meet up. I told him, if he was going to break up with me to just tell him. He replied, that he didn't want to be a jerk and do it over the phone. I was crushed! I stood by him when most would run. I told him okay. That night I went out with a male friend and he tagged me in a check-in, within minutes he contacted me and told me that I moved on quick. He went on and tried to feed me a ton of poison, I kept telling him that we would see each other the following day, when we agreed I would pick up my things. So i showed up to his house and picked up my bags. I asked him what happened to us? He said, it was just too much. That he was more stressed about our relationship than anything else. That he didn't love me anymore and that he was sorry, he knows it sucks. He wished me the best and said "this world is so small, maybe we'll run into each other sometime." Lastly, he told me he would give me a week to transfer my cellphone. I agreed.
the following week was awful and I would text him and he would be cold, told me to please not contact him unless it had to do with the status of the phone. I pulled away, would only contact him if he would first. He has been through so much and I never want him to feel like he does not have anyone to lean on. He ended up texting me a week after the break up, late in the evening. I drove to his house and we were intimate. During the act he actually choked me to the point where I got dizzy and my body went numb. I started crying and he got off of me and said, :"you're okay, you're okay, I'm here. " he apologized and we went to sleep. the following morning, he apologized again. He also voiced that the previous night, did not change things between us.
Here, I am going on my 3rd week since the break up. I have seen him on another occasion, this past Tuesday, to be exact. He told me how much he's missed me and calls me baby, he made love to me. I am not sad anymore. I have been educating myself on his disorder because I do not wish to be uninformed. He also suffers from BPII and Alcoholism. Right now, he is in a terrible place mentally. Drinking so heavily, that he didn't go to work on Sunday. For the 2 past nights he has asked me to go "take care of him" I explained that I couldn't because I have my daughter. Although, I mentioned that I wont have her for the weekend and when I asked if I could see him, his response was "maybe."
I want to be there for him, I love this man. Is it naive of me to believe that LOVE can heal someone? He would always say how happy he was to have found someone like me and how having both my daughter and I in his life gave him will to get better. That is what I am holding onto. How wonderful it was, how I would see him happy. How I would see how my love would let him sleep 8 hours a night, how my love would be stronger than the will to drink. I have seen him at his absolute worse and at his absolute best and I choose both, I choose him.
I want to disclose, that he is on 2 meds, but with the alcohol consumption, its defeating the purpose of those meds. I also want to say that I see a Therapist every 3 weeks.
the following week was awful and I would text him and he would be cold, told me to please not contact him unless it had to do with the status of the phone. I pulled away, would only contact him if he would first. He has been through so much and I never want him to feel like he does not have anyone to lean on. He ended up texting me a week after the break up, late in the evening. I drove to his house and we were intimate. During the act he actually choked me to the point where I got dizzy and my body went numb. I started crying and he got off of me and said, :"you're okay, you're okay, I'm here. " he apologized and we went to sleep. the following morning, he apologized again. He also voiced that the previous night, did not change things between us.
Here, I am going on my 3rd week since the break up. I have seen him on another occasion, this past Tuesday, to be exact. He told me how much he's missed me and calls me baby, he made love to me. I am not sad anymore. I have been educating myself on his disorder because I do not wish to be uninformed. He also suffers from BPII and Alcoholism. Right now, he is in a terrible place mentally. Drinking so heavily, that he didn't go to work on Sunday. For the 2 past nights he has asked me to go "take care of him" I explained that I couldn't because I have my daughter. Although, I mentioned that I wont have her for the weekend and when I asked if I could see him, his response was "maybe."
I want to be there for him, I love this man. Is it naive of me to believe that LOVE can heal someone? He would always say how happy he was to have found someone like me and how having both my daughter and I in his life gave him will to get better. That is what I am holding onto. How wonderful it was, how I would see him happy. How I would see how my love would let him sleep 8 hours a night, how my love would be stronger than the will to drink. I have seen him at his absolute worse and at his absolute best and I choose both, I choose him.
I want to disclose, that he is on 2 meds, but with the alcohol consumption, its defeating the purpose of those meds. I also want to say that I see a Therapist every 3 weeks.