trashpanda206
Bluelighter
Thank you. This isn’t your normal dysfunctional relationship though. We’re from Alaska. Traditionally, Alaskans are fucked up on a completely different level. We don’t have the family structures needed to live even a somewhat normal life. Hence the high rates of drug addiction, alcoholism, and suicide.I was feeling like this, too, at moments. But to combat this I wrote all the shitty things he did. He barely helped me pay rent over the past 8 years, possibly paying at most 4 months rent in total. He texted my daughter to say I’m a junkie in withdrawals. Yes, I’m prescribed Oxys, but fuck, who tf are you to text my daughter and say shit about me. And he drinks every fucking day, to the point that his friends were calling me saying “Bella, you know why we’re calling you. Come get him. You can get his car tomorrow.” Of course, he woke up all pissed off because he blacks out and forgets everything always.
My point is just this, I know you miss him. But maybe make a list about all he did that wasn’t wonderful on his part. Look at it often and whenever you feel weak or like you miss him. It will make you stronger. If you want my cell #, PM me and I will absolutely give it to you!
We’ve been together four years as of 9/1. It took me until this January to get him out of AK. His ex fucked with his meds, called the cops on him every chance she got, used their children to keep him in-line. But I finally got him out. We finally got to be together.
Fast forward to May of this year, and she moves down here. 10 blocks away from us. I managed to keep visitation happening while minimizing contact between them, because she knows how to beat him down.
But then he let her back in. She texts him incessantly. He now uses words to describe me that, as the uncle of someone with Down’s syndrome, he never used before. Like “retarded.” That’s 100% her.
She has him believing I’m the controlling one, yet she drives by my house with their children in the car, laying on the horn, when she can’t find him. Calling the police on us when she doesn’t get her way.
He is my heart. And I am his. We’ve known this since the day we met. But she has him brainwashed. Everyone in his life sees it but him. I don’t know how to let go of him again. I don’t want to leave him to her sick intentions. She almost killed him once. If she succeeds this time, I don’t think I can take it.
I fucking love him, and I always will. I’ve just run out of hope that love is enough.