I came on here the other day desperate for answers that are impossible. (New relationship fail)
Thought I should do this intro part for both what it is and to type it out - which may help me I hope.
My brother, best friend, was killed in 2008 by a guy who was driving on drugs. This guy hit my brother and his fiance head on. Chris died and his fiance is forever changed (blind, brain damaged and partially paralysed). I met Ben during that time. He was an amazing guy and I fell in love. Things moved fast and we bought a home within months. He moved to Maine from NC to be with me. It broke my heart all that he went through as a child. He was very proud he overcame it all and was successful. To everyone else he was a fun, dependable guy. Then I saw another side. Now I know it was a severe multi personality, trust issues and other not so fun stuff. Our psychiatrist was very good handling Ben (if he wasn't Ben would hate him) and worked with us for 3 years. The fast switch in personality was near demonic. He was the best at times and the worst at times. He went through spells of strangling or holding a gun to my head. It was the worst hell however when he was good he was my absolute best friend.
I'm really good at understanding (so I have figured out) and forgiving. Justifying that he didn't mean to do hurtful things....he just hurt so bad himself. And that still makes me feel so sad. I tried to love him unconditionally, to make our home a safe place for him.
Fast forward to 2015, we planned to marry in the summer. Then in February things got weird. In March/April I watched him emotionally destroy himself for 2 weeks. (He was accused of something horrible) I could not leave him alone. I had made an area in my vehicle for him to lay down, I'm self employed and travel so kept him with me. He roller coaster-ed hating me & loving me more intensely than usual.
One night he he tried to shoot himself. I thought for sure he was going to shoot me and instead he held it to his head. But the shell popped out onto the bed and the bullet got stuck in the gun. Major breakdown and thought he began to come back to me emotionally after that. A few days later he asked me if I wanted to run off and get married now instead of wait. Because of our personalities it was actually a great idea. He told me everything I wanted to hear - I fully believed him. He said because I stuck by him and believed him, that I put up with him ...all these things that meant a lot to hear - he did not want to wait, he wanted to marry me. And we took off on a monday night to Vermont. We married April 7 and returned home. He seemed better. He was excited and we were planning fun ways to tell friends/family.
Then April 11 we talked for hours, talked about how he was doing emotionally. He talked about his plans with the gun and how he needs help. We spoke with our psychiatrist and made plans to meet monday (this was saturday). He was losing his patience easily however seemed so much better. Then after supper, we were laughing and had just told a friend we got married...excited to finish a movie and cuddle. Everything was fine when I sat on the couch, He went upstairs and then came down changed. I have limited memory from that point. I was confused as to why and afraid. I put my legs up and all I have next are flashes. He snapped and threw me around, he tore my shirt into 5 pieces, he strangled me... but I don't get why then. And what was he saying? I have no memory just flashes of the intensity, the feeling violated. I stood at the top of the stairs and yelled "You cant do this anymore - we are married" and I looked at him and saw him pull the trigger and go down. He was standing next to me and I never heard the shot. Which is crazy because I would normally wear ear plugs because it is that loud when he target practices with it. From that moment I remember everything. Screaming, not believing what happened....in a sick twisted way I also felt relief. Which I feel guilty about.
Exactly 7 days to the minute of our vows I gave him his last kiss goodbye. He used to tell me he was afraid of dying alone. From the moment the cops let me go back into the home I stayed with him. Then when they allowed me I stayed with him for 2 more days - until I had to kiss him his final kiss.
Walking into a church filled with family and friends after getting married and seeing his urn at the end of the aisle destroyed me. I pretended it didnt happen to get through. I got up and talked, even had people laughing at his service. I made it an amazing service as I did for Chris and my father. I did everything I could for Ben. I do miss him however I know now that there were not too many outcomes possible for us. I don't understand why he didnt shoot me too.
So. Not sure if I have ptsd however I am messed up in my head. I cant concentrate. I just tried a relationship and failed it. I hate this. I hate what is inside of me.
Thought I should do this intro part for both what it is and to type it out - which may help me I hope.
My brother, best friend, was killed in 2008 by a guy who was driving on drugs. This guy hit my brother and his fiance head on. Chris died and his fiance is forever changed (blind, brain damaged and partially paralysed). I met Ben during that time. He was an amazing guy and I fell in love. Things moved fast and we bought a home within months. He moved to Maine from NC to be with me. It broke my heart all that he went through as a child. He was very proud he overcame it all and was successful. To everyone else he was a fun, dependable guy. Then I saw another side. Now I know it was a severe multi personality, trust issues and other not so fun stuff. Our psychiatrist was very good handling Ben (if he wasn't Ben would hate him) and worked with us for 3 years. The fast switch in personality was near demonic. He was the best at times and the worst at times. He went through spells of strangling or holding a gun to my head. It was the worst hell however when he was good he was my absolute best friend.
I'm really good at understanding (so I have figured out) and forgiving. Justifying that he didn't mean to do hurtful things....he just hurt so bad himself. And that still makes me feel so sad. I tried to love him unconditionally, to make our home a safe place for him.
Fast forward to 2015, we planned to marry in the summer. Then in February things got weird. In March/April I watched him emotionally destroy himself for 2 weeks. (He was accused of something horrible) I could not leave him alone. I had made an area in my vehicle for him to lay down, I'm self employed and travel so kept him with me. He roller coaster-ed hating me & loving me more intensely than usual.
One night he he tried to shoot himself. I thought for sure he was going to shoot me and instead he held it to his head. But the shell popped out onto the bed and the bullet got stuck in the gun. Major breakdown and thought he began to come back to me emotionally after that. A few days later he asked me if I wanted to run off and get married now instead of wait. Because of our personalities it was actually a great idea. He told me everything I wanted to hear - I fully believed him. He said because I stuck by him and believed him, that I put up with him ...all these things that meant a lot to hear - he did not want to wait, he wanted to marry me. And we took off on a monday night to Vermont. We married April 7 and returned home. He seemed better. He was excited and we were planning fun ways to tell friends/family.
Then April 11 we talked for hours, talked about how he was doing emotionally. He talked about his plans with the gun and how he needs help. We spoke with our psychiatrist and made plans to meet monday (this was saturday). He was losing his patience easily however seemed so much better. Then after supper, we were laughing and had just told a friend we got married...excited to finish a movie and cuddle. Everything was fine when I sat on the couch, He went upstairs and then came down changed. I have limited memory from that point. I was confused as to why and afraid. I put my legs up and all I have next are flashes. He snapped and threw me around, he tore my shirt into 5 pieces, he strangled me... but I don't get why then. And what was he saying? I have no memory just flashes of the intensity, the feeling violated. I stood at the top of the stairs and yelled "You cant do this anymore - we are married" and I looked at him and saw him pull the trigger and go down. He was standing next to me and I never heard the shot. Which is crazy because I would normally wear ear plugs because it is that loud when he target practices with it. From that moment I remember everything. Screaming, not believing what happened....in a sick twisted way I also felt relief. Which I feel guilty about.
Exactly 7 days to the minute of our vows I gave him his last kiss goodbye. He used to tell me he was afraid of dying alone. From the moment the cops let me go back into the home I stayed with him. Then when they allowed me I stayed with him for 2 more days - until I had to kiss him his final kiss.
Walking into a church filled with family and friends after getting married and seeing his urn at the end of the aisle destroyed me. I pretended it didnt happen to get through. I got up and talked, even had people laughing at his service. I made it an amazing service as I did for Chris and my father. I did everything I could for Ben. I do miss him however I know now that there were not too many outcomes possible for us. I don't understand why he didnt shoot me too.
So. Not sure if I have ptsd however I am messed up in my head. I cant concentrate. I just tried a relationship and failed it. I hate this. I hate what is inside of me.