I don't know what to do anymore. I've searched everywhere, nobody has any answers. Sorry for the long post.
We met through a mutual friend, she was very flirtatious right off the bat. We started hooking up, and ended up dating. We spent every day together, and I came to realize that this beautiful girl was less than mentally stable. This didn't bother me, as I believed that I was truly in love. I caught her in several white lies, about weird random things, things so trivial that it didn't make sense. The lying became an issue, as I caught her doing it more and more. I generally didn't say anything because they were so small, but over time this lying has weakened my overall trust in her. She tells me of some of her past issues, that she was raped as a child, that her mother switched from partner to partner, that she has never met her real dad, that she has two men that she calls "father"
Time moved on, and more red flags came up. She claimed to see things, one time she walked to my apartment, ran into the bathroom, curled up on the floor and started breathing heavily. I went in, and she started telling me that a demon was following her... that he had left her alone for a while and that he was back now. This type of thing started happening more and more as well.
She told me about an ex boyfriend she had, that died in a car crash. The "Love of her life" she said. She told me about her ex-best friend that she severed ties with due to serious issues.
Nobody has ever met this ex boyfriend, not her family... not her friends... nobody. She claims that he was coming to see her when he died. Her family told me that she made him up for attention when she was little. I know that supporting somebody is about trust, but in this... I just can't believe her.
She reconnected with this ex best friend of hers. Crazy stuff these two. They fantasize about pretend worlds, and talk as if they are real TOGETHER.
Yet still, despite all of this... I stick with her. We move in together and I end up getting her pregnant, and all sexual contact between us ceases. She ends up having our child, a beautiful red headed girl. She then suffers from self-diagnosed postpartum. She barely gets out of bed, and I support her every step of the way.
We continue to not have sex, or sexual contact, for a year, during which she continuously claims it's the postpartum and I continuously accept it as a fact of life for the time being.
Around the time when our daughter is 9 months old her strange delusions stop (or at least I stop hearing about them?). She starts really caring for our daughter, to the point where she now does 90% of the things with her. We begin having sex, albeit not often. She begins seeing a therapist, and things seem to be on the up and up. She still lies frequently, but still only about little things (as far as I can tell).
I finally get a job, no longer worrying about the safety and well-being of my family if I leave for an hour. She continues to do well with our daughter, but once again. The sexual contact ceases, 5 months after it had resumed. She claims that her therapist has diagnosed her with PTSD from being raped as a child, this I GENUINELY believe. It makes a lot of sense.
Her lack of a male figure, her desire for attention even she has to make something up to get it, her lack of sexual contact, a lot of her issues could be contributed to PTSD... so I support her in this.
Time continues to move on. We end up losing a lot of money, and moving in with my parents. She stops seeing her therapist, claiming that the therapist dropped the ball too many times (In reality my fiancee just didn't show up to quite a few sessions in a row).
At this time (about 6 months or so after moving in with my parents). I began to become incredibly depressed. Nothing I seem to do helps the relationship issues, nobody seems to be able to help, other people start catching her in these small white lies, and even the occasional slightly bigger lie (Still nothing major). Friends and family from both sides come to me and tell me of the weird things that she does/says. My depression worsens, I begin getting sucked into video games, and simply... ignoring the issues.
Currently. It's been over a year since moving in with my parents. Our daughter is now two, and my fiancee has started seeing a therapist again as of three weeks ago. Our issues at home do not get any better.
I have no idea how to get the issues to stop, her lines between what is real and what isn't is so skewed that I am not even sure that she knows when she's telling the truth or not. I'm afraid that she has this therapist running around in circles, not even touching anything real. I don't know what to do, I have become so depressed, so apathetic, I've all but given up. I now spent an unheard of amount of time on various games, that I don't even enjoy... just to avoid my shitty life.
I love this girl. I love my daughter. But there is no escape! I want to be a better person, to not care about the lack of sex, to KNOW what to do when she lies to me... But I'm not. I've failed.
We met through a mutual friend, she was very flirtatious right off the bat. We started hooking up, and ended up dating. We spent every day together, and I came to realize that this beautiful girl was less than mentally stable. This didn't bother me, as I believed that I was truly in love. I caught her in several white lies, about weird random things, things so trivial that it didn't make sense. The lying became an issue, as I caught her doing it more and more. I generally didn't say anything because they were so small, but over time this lying has weakened my overall trust in her. She tells me of some of her past issues, that she was raped as a child, that her mother switched from partner to partner, that she has never met her real dad, that she has two men that she calls "father"
Time moved on, and more red flags came up. She claimed to see things, one time she walked to my apartment, ran into the bathroom, curled up on the floor and started breathing heavily. I went in, and she started telling me that a demon was following her... that he had left her alone for a while and that he was back now. This type of thing started happening more and more as well.
She told me about an ex boyfriend she had, that died in a car crash. The "Love of her life" she said. She told me about her ex-best friend that she severed ties with due to serious issues.
Nobody has ever met this ex boyfriend, not her family... not her friends... nobody. She claims that he was coming to see her when he died. Her family told me that she made him up for attention when she was little. I know that supporting somebody is about trust, but in this... I just can't believe her.
She reconnected with this ex best friend of hers. Crazy stuff these two. They fantasize about pretend worlds, and talk as if they are real TOGETHER.
Yet still, despite all of this... I stick with her. We move in together and I end up getting her pregnant, and all sexual contact between us ceases. She ends up having our child, a beautiful red headed girl. She then suffers from self-diagnosed postpartum. She barely gets out of bed, and I support her every step of the way.
We continue to not have sex, or sexual contact, for a year, during which she continuously claims it's the postpartum and I continuously accept it as a fact of life for the time being.
Around the time when our daughter is 9 months old her strange delusions stop (or at least I stop hearing about them?). She starts really caring for our daughter, to the point where she now does 90% of the things with her. We begin having sex, albeit not often. She begins seeing a therapist, and things seem to be on the up and up. She still lies frequently, but still only about little things (as far as I can tell).
I finally get a job, no longer worrying about the safety and well-being of my family if I leave for an hour. She continues to do well with our daughter, but once again. The sexual contact ceases, 5 months after it had resumed. She claims that her therapist has diagnosed her with PTSD from being raped as a child, this I GENUINELY believe. It makes a lot of sense.
Her lack of a male figure, her desire for attention even she has to make something up to get it, her lack of sexual contact, a lot of her issues could be contributed to PTSD... so I support her in this.
Time continues to move on. We end up losing a lot of money, and moving in with my parents. She stops seeing her therapist, claiming that the therapist dropped the ball too many times (In reality my fiancee just didn't show up to quite a few sessions in a row).
At this time (about 6 months or so after moving in with my parents). I began to become incredibly depressed. Nothing I seem to do helps the relationship issues, nobody seems to be able to help, other people start catching her in these small white lies, and even the occasional slightly bigger lie (Still nothing major). Friends and family from both sides come to me and tell me of the weird things that she does/says. My depression worsens, I begin getting sucked into video games, and simply... ignoring the issues.
Currently. It's been over a year since moving in with my parents. Our daughter is now two, and my fiancee has started seeing a therapist again as of three weeks ago. Our issues at home do not get any better.
I have no idea how to get the issues to stop, her lines between what is real and what isn't is so skewed that I am not even sure that she knows when she's telling the truth or not. I'm afraid that she has this therapist running around in circles, not even touching anything real. I don't know what to do, I have become so depressed, so apathetic, I've all but given up. I now spent an unheard of amount of time on various games, that I don't even enjoy... just to avoid my shitty life.
I love this girl. I love my daughter. But there is no escape! I want to be a better person, to not care about the lack of sex, to KNOW what to do when she lies to me... But I'm not. I've failed.