I've been writing some poetry of late. It feels good. They told me at the Hospital to write write write... so I have been doing all kinds of writing. I told my medical practitioner that I have this diary that I write in and she was pleased about that.
I broke up with my boyfriend today. It was a combination of things. My health and his demands were clashing. He started to drink more than just that one 3 oz. glass of wine per day. You know, the one that Dr.s recommend? I could smell it on his breath the last time I was with him. I tried to "give him the benefit of the doubt" but I could not. I have been hurt too badly by alcoholics in the past. I could not take the chance. Also, I think he may have stolen something from me. I am not sure, but I am about 90 % sure and that was enough for me to break all ties.
I sat elsewhere in church today, after giving him a "Dear John" card. He seemed to accept it quite well. I have been refusing to answer all his calls since Tues. and did not answer my door when he knocked, so I assume he knew what was coming.
He had pressured me so many times to get married. I always thought that was his aim still too. He was just letting it slip into the background for awhile, but I knew sooner or later he would start to pressure me about it again. I felt this because he started calling me more often than he had been and was wanting to come and visit more often too. I felt pressured and I am a very sensitive person, so I could "feel" a lot more than what was said or done.
Something felt "off" for me too, for awhile now. The relationship just didn't seem right to me for some odd reason here or there. So I ended it. That is it. I am not going back to it, and I hope he does not do anything stupid like show up where I work drunk and tell me off or something. I hope he does not tell others about my private life either, because since we were dating for a year or so, he (of course) knows about my mental illness. I may have mentioned it in passing here or there, but he knows a lot more details than anyone else I mentioned it to.
I tried to make it about me and my health. I did not accuse him of anything, mostly because I was not sure of any of what I suspected, (though almost sure). I just told him that a relationship was too much for me and that I thought that it always would be too. I thanked him for everything when I gave him the card. Then I went up into the church balcony and sat alone. I did not cry or anything although I did feel a bit sad.