Asked my sufferer on Thanksgiving if he had broken up with me and he was very ugly, but said no. I gave him a lot of space, and things still didn't improve. I got kicked out of where I was living on Tuesday and he didn't bother to respond when I told him.
I finally confronted him today and told him I would be there to support him through all the hard stuff if he wanted me to, but i needed to know that's what he wanted. He told me we wouldn't be together. He tried to act like he had ended it a long time ago, even though he hadn't, and had TOLD me he hadn't. Turns out he's been talking to someone else for weeks. And I know her. I've been through hell, walking on eggshells, defending him, educating myself, trying to put myself in his shoes.. And he's been talking to someone else without telling me or breaking things off with me. I still have things at his house and still have a key that he gave me. I asked what changed, and he wouldn't say. I asked if there was someone else and he wouldn't say. I gave him numerous outs and opportunities to end it and he never did. But it was like a switch flipped overnight. Before the med change we never fought, laughed all the time, snuggled, he was affectionate, things were great. And then silent, distant, angry, harsh. I thought it was just the PTSD so I tried to be understanding. But it was for someone who apparently didn't want me. I will still come here some. I still hope sufferers have solid people to help them through the tough times. And I'm glad supporters have this place to come.
I gave him all i had and it wasn't enough. I feel like a fool. It hurts so bad, but at least I'm used to him not being around or communicating. That doesn't ease the sting of him doing this, but at least I am accustomed to his absence. Hopefully I can just get my stuff back and move forward and try to heal. The other woman is now aware of the situation, but I don't know what impact it will have. Thank you so much to everybody who helped and encouraged and pushed as I went through this. Yall are badasses.
I finally confronted him today and told him I would be there to support him through all the hard stuff if he wanted me to, but i needed to know that's what he wanted. He told me we wouldn't be together. He tried to act like he had ended it a long time ago, even though he hadn't, and had TOLD me he hadn't. Turns out he's been talking to someone else for weeks. And I know her. I've been through hell, walking on eggshells, defending him, educating myself, trying to put myself in his shoes.. And he's been talking to someone else without telling me or breaking things off with me. I still have things at his house and still have a key that he gave me. I asked what changed, and he wouldn't say. I asked if there was someone else and he wouldn't say. I gave him numerous outs and opportunities to end it and he never did. But it was like a switch flipped overnight. Before the med change we never fought, laughed all the time, snuggled, he was affectionate, things were great. And then silent, distant, angry, harsh. I thought it was just the PTSD so I tried to be understanding. But it was for someone who apparently didn't want me. I will still come here some. I still hope sufferers have solid people to help them through the tough times. And I'm glad supporters have this place to come.
I gave him all i had and it wasn't enough. I feel like a fool. It hurts so bad, but at least I'm used to him not being around or communicating. That doesn't ease the sting of him doing this, but at least I am accustomed to his absence. Hopefully I can just get my stuff back and move forward and try to heal. The other woman is now aware of the situation, but I don't know what impact it will have. Thank you so much to everybody who helped and encouraged and pushed as I went through this. Yall are badasses.
