the short version,,(kind of) My live in Boyfriend and i were together for almost 9 years. i fell in love with him when i was 19 and he was 26. he had a kid and was kind of a "bad boy" who drank a lot and did drugs, ya da ya da. anyway, i didnt care i loved him so much that i always just wanted to be with him. he went to jail and when he got out og rehab, i got pregnant with my son and we moved in together. our relationship was always very rocky, we fought constantly. we both drank a lot and he constantly smoked p*t and did a lot of c*ke and spent a lot of money. i know i should have left him a lot of times but i didnt, mostly because my son was really little and i was scared to be on my own. but it wasnt like i was a lazy welfare mother, i was out working all day AND going to school at night. i wanted us to be a family more than anything, but he kept s******g up,, getting high, putting us second. i never knew if he would come home or not. many many times i sat and paced and looked out the windows all night waiting for him to come home, but he would be out partying like a single guy, not cheating, just getting drunk and high and playing with his friends, BUT I COULD NOT LEAVE HIM. ALL I WANTED WAS A NORMAL LIFE WITH HIM AND TO ADD to the problems that we had, he was SO cold to me.. no hugs, no holding hands, no kissing. the only time that he kissed me was if we has s*x and even then, it was "take your clothes off first and then we can kiss" just totally mechanical, no emotion at all..anyway, it got to the point where i was really really lonely. i mean i was no saint either., i am not trying to play victim, just want to let people understand what happened next. so i told him that i was really onely and was going to cheat if he didnt give me some attention.. he didnt. we got a little better and moved into a house that my parents let us put in their name. i wound up running into an old friend and i had an affair with him. it felt good to be wanted and cared about and i got all kinds of attention and i was loving it, but i was never going to leave my sons father. i thought about it and thought that maybe we should split, even if only temporary and see how things went. i just got to the point where i did not care anymore. Long story short, a mutal friend told him, but i dont understand why he even cared. i mean i stayed out all night, i went on vacations alone, we never talked, ddint even watch movies together, but all of a sudden, he cared. it made no sense.. everything that i ever wanted was that, but then it was here and i just didnt care that much. it was like i dont know what i wanted. i couldnt let him go, but i wanted to hurt him. i wanted him to feel like i used to. i always used to tell him that i wanted to let him know how it felt because he always said that he never would because he didnt care,, he finaly did and i loved it, i am so ashamed with how mean that i was to him. i made him lose his mind, he even called the police on me and then in front of the cop, he tried to chase me and the car ran me over. anyway, we were drinking hard liquor and arguing and he was acting wierd and then he told me brother that he tried to hang himself but the rope hurt his neck? it made no sense ata ll,, who saysthat? i thought that it was a joke,, for attention, he used to be dramatic and i used to fall for it, but this time i vowed that i would not fall for it.. he stomped into the pther room and the last thing we said to each other was "where is my change" and he said"i put it on the f*cking table."! then he went and hung himself... i am sitting here crying while i write this. i never ever ever thought that he would do that,, he walked my our son and jsut went intot he basement and strangled himself. i swear i thought he was drunk and passed out on the bed ad wanted me to follow hiom and appologize, her usual and the one time that i dont fall into that , he actually killed himself.
it has been almost a year and i think about it every single day,, why didnt i follow him? why didnt i just pause the movie and go check? why didnt i take him seriously,, he could have taken my son with him (he didnt thank god) or he could have killed me too.. i dont think that he realized how permanent what he was doing was, if he did then he would not have odne that,, not to hi s son,, he always talked about all the stuff that they would do together and now my son doesnt have a father,,i feel guilt and sadness every day and it wont go away. i know that i cant change what happened, but i keep thinking that i will wake up and it was a bad dream. but that hasnt happened either. it is going to be a year in a few weeks and i am thinking about taking my son and going to norht carolina and relocating,, i dont know if that will help, but i am thinking that my mind wlill be off of it if i am not siting here dwelling on it all day long. what do u guys think? please help....
Anyway, it got better
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