It's been a while.
I spent 3 months, from December 5th to February 28th out in California with my girl. Everything went great. She was seeing a councillor and we were really happy. Since I've come home it's worse than ever. We have fought multiple times a week and I get no peace at all. I've seen my best friend once in 6 months and the whole time I spent with him she was, I guess, you can call it harassing me. Ringing my phone non stop so I couldn't even message back. Calling me on Skype, Facebook, my phone number. Posting passive aggressive pictures and quotes all over her Facebook indicating I don't spend enough time with her or something. Last night was the worst for me. I've been feeling really bad for the most of last year and recently gained a diagnosis of Fibromyalgia, arthritis and IBS. I rarely get any sleep, maybe 4-5 hours a day, and spend all of my time with her. We spent 9 hours watching movies over Skype together and having a really good day. By the end of it I was exhausted.
At that point, 6 am for me, I'd been up almost 24 hours again, she wanted to talk about her feelings and emotions. I was stretched to my limit but like the good partner I try to be I stayed to listen and it turned very quickly into a witch hunt about how I'm not giving her enough or doing enough since I left to come back to England. I actually thought the time together might have helped our problems.
It was another three hours before I finally couldn't handle the argument anymore and said I was at my limit and I was done. She hung up on me (which if I ever do to her it's not worth living sometimes). I didn't get a message for ten minutes, which with how fast she responds, is a long time. I thought I could maybe get some rest, albeit very upset and angry, I was barely able to stay conscious.
I went to sleep for 5 hours, woke up to 61 messages and a 2000 word email about how our relationship is in danger and we need to fix it. The messages were all inflammatory, passive aggressive quotations and images. She made this whole thing out to be my fault and if I'd just have been a "little bit more" compassionate it wouldn't have happened this way.
I think that was the final nail in the coffin. I'm being emotionally abused and I'm not okay with it.