Sonnet116Casual Contributor
I left, now I'm devastated.
I was involved with a wonderful man for two years. He has been an equal and a partner. I don't know if soul mates exist, but like Bronte wrote, whatever souls are made of, his and mine are the same. Like many millenials, we stumbled through our relationship in baby steps. Part of what makes us work so well is that we have had similar experiences, and have similar emotional makeups. I am in therapy myself for anxiety.
In addition to having suffered a difficult childhood and at least one abusive relationship, my love clearly suffers from depression and anxiety. He self-medicates, mostly with weed, but lately he has tried new substances.
For the past year, I've fallen into a co-dependent relationship with him. I've encouraged him to get help, supported him, helped savage his relationships with others, and generally stood betweeen him and the world. He had developed a habit of seeing me once a month, then descending into the abyss until he could muster up the energy to be with me again. When he reached out, he was as loving and supportive as ever, but when he descended, he acted like he didn't care about anything in life.
I realized I was enabling him. Despite my encouraging him to seek help, I became his life preserver. He used my love as reasoning that he wasn't that far gone, and would disappear again. I believe he loves me, but he hurt me deeply by pushing me away, only to pull me close later.
I finally confessed my stress and pain. I told him I love him, and I believe we can be together. I said he did not choose this pain, but he has repeatedly chosen to refuse help and push aware those who care for him. I said I've been in this for two years, and nothing has changed since his initial drop into depression. I care about him, and want to stand by his side. But if he refuses to admit he has a problem, refuses to get help, then I can't stand by and watch him drown. I said I gladly wait for the day he's ready to take charge, but until he is ready to get help, I need to leave. The pain and rejection is hurting my own mental health, and that's bad for both of us.
He said he wants to get better, but he is scared of therapy, and refuses to go. He thinks things will work out on their own. He finally admitted to being deeply hurt in the last, and that there are emotions he hasn't truly felt in years. He said his feelings for me one day are one way, and completely opposite the next. He can't commit. As we cried and prepared to part, he said that this wouldn't be goodbye. He didn't know how long it would take, and he knows it's unfair for me to wait, but he wants to get better.
It's been a little over a month, and I'm utterly devastated. I know I did the right thing, and I'm afraid he needs to hit rock bottom before he will ask for help. But I'm scared for when that will happen. I miss him desperately. I want to know if he misses me, or if he's forgotten about me. I know I can't know that, and I've been careful to avoid him.
I guess I'm looking for validation? Comfort? More than anything, I'd like to know if any other career has made a similar choice and saved the relationship. More than anything, I'm looking for hope.
Thanks.