Today was not a good day.
It started off good, but it spiralled badly out of control in the afternoon.
It's due to my housing situation.
Which is due to my own dumb fault.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Some years ago, when I broke up with my then partner, I agreed to continue co-habiting on the farm with him, foolishly assuming that we could manage as friends.
It was for a variety of reasons, a major reason was that I was afraid he might suicide or drink himself to death.
Not a good reason, obviously.
Anyway, I've paid a high price for it.
It's taken a huge toll on my mental health.
Over time, it got worse and worse and worse and worse... eventually, I got the police involved, cos I just couldn't cope with it anymore.
At the beginning of March, things got really, really bad. Cops were called again. It got to the point of "IT HAS TO STOP NOW OR THIS IS GOING TO END UP KILLING ONE OF US, ONE WAY OR ANOTHER".
We both started looking for alternative accomodation.
He found a new place first, started moving out but left all the animals with me, so it's now my job to figure out how to take care of them/ find a new place I can live and take them with me/ re-home them, somehow.
Anyway, so for the past 6 weeks or so, he's been "moving out" one trailer load at a time, taking his goddamned f*cking time.
And he's been drawing it out, and drawing it out and drawing it out... on purpose, playing head games with me.
I've been asking him to quit it, to just f*cking leave, but he's got a new excuse each time and tells me to just "get a lawyer" if I want him gone, knowing full well that it would take weeks, possibly months, before a court would force him to remove the last of his possessions and return his keys.
Anyway, today things reeeeeally escalated.
He's got ADHD so pushing boundaries, provoking someone for the sake of it, not taking "no" for an answer... stuff like that is his daily M.O.
Anyway... I came close to attempting today... I've had to call a suicide crisis line for the first time in years. Cops were at the farm again today, in full force (two cop cars).
I'm not going to get into all the complicated details (I'm too dysregulated and I need to calm the f*ck down).
Butttttttttt.... thankthelord..... The cops finally made him leave today.
Can't believe it had to get this bad, until they finally forced him to leave the property.
I've changed the locks as well as I could today... had to improvise a bit as it was Saturday evening by the time he and the cops left the property. And it's a public holiday on Monday, so I won't be able to change the locks properly until Tuesday morning.
It's not an emergency thing... if it was, I'd obviously call a locksmith and get them to change all locks immediately. (Would be super costly tho, and it's money I don't have right now.)
I just need the locks to be formally changed for now, so that it's officially a break-in for the police, if he tried to force the locks open.
Ugh...
Can't believe all this stuff happened today.
And at the same time, it's been such a long time coming... It's been over-over-over-over-due.
Ugh
I need to focus on keeping myself safe... I need a new anti-suicide safety plan. My old plan is so obsolete... My therapist and pdoc have retired, most of my emergency contacts on my old plan live a 2 hour drive away...
So yeah, need to make that a priority - a new safety plan for "how to stay alive and not kill myself".
I hate that I'm at this point... I guess it's my own dumb fault tho... Should've known these housing arrangements were asking for trouble.
It started off good, but it spiralled badly out of control in the afternoon.
It's due to my housing situation.
Which is due to my own dumb fault.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Some years ago, when I broke up with my then partner, I agreed to continue co-habiting on the farm with him, foolishly assuming that we could manage as friends.
It was for a variety of reasons, a major reason was that I was afraid he might suicide or drink himself to death.
Not a good reason, obviously.
Anyway, I've paid a high price for it.
It's taken a huge toll on my mental health.
Over time, it got worse and worse and worse and worse... eventually, I got the police involved, cos I just couldn't cope with it anymore.
At the beginning of March, things got really, really bad. Cops were called again. It got to the point of "IT HAS TO STOP NOW OR THIS IS GOING TO END UP KILLING ONE OF US, ONE WAY OR ANOTHER".
We both started looking for alternative accomodation.
He found a new place first, started moving out but left all the animals with me, so it's now my job to figure out how to take care of them/ find a new place I can live and take them with me/ re-home them, somehow.
Anyway, so for the past 6 weeks or so, he's been "moving out" one trailer load at a time, taking his goddamned f*cking time.
And he's been drawing it out, and drawing it out and drawing it out... on purpose, playing head games with me.
I've been asking him to quit it, to just f*cking leave, but he's got a new excuse each time and tells me to just "get a lawyer" if I want him gone, knowing full well that it would take weeks, possibly months, before a court would force him to remove the last of his possessions and return his keys.
Anyway, today things reeeeeally escalated.
He's got ADHD so pushing boundaries, provoking someone for the sake of it, not taking "no" for an answer... stuff like that is his daily M.O.
Anyway... I came close to attempting today... I've had to call a suicide crisis line for the first time in years. Cops were at the farm again today, in full force (two cop cars).
I'm not going to get into all the complicated details (I'm too dysregulated and I need to calm the f*ck down).
Butttttttttt.... thankthelord..... The cops finally made him leave today.
Can't believe it had to get this bad, until they finally forced him to leave the property.
I've changed the locks as well as I could today... had to improvise a bit as it was Saturday evening by the time he and the cops left the property. And it's a public holiday on Monday, so I won't be able to change the locks properly until Tuesday morning.
It's not an emergency thing... if it was, I'd obviously call a locksmith and get them to change all locks immediately. (Would be super costly tho, and it's money I don't have right now.)
I just need the locks to be formally changed for now, so that it's officially a break-in for the police, if he tried to force the locks open.
Ugh...
Can't believe all this stuff happened today.
And at the same time, it's been such a long time coming... It's been over-over-over-over-due.
Ugh
I need to focus on keeping myself safe... I need a new anti-suicide safety plan. My old plan is so obsolete... My therapist and pdoc have retired, most of my emergency contacts on my old plan live a 2 hour drive away...
So yeah, need to make that a priority - a new safety plan for "how to stay alive and not kill myself".
I hate that I'm at this point... I guess it's my own dumb fault tho... Should've known these housing arrangements were asking for trouble.