Hi all, I would appreciate anyone's advice on the situation I am in since I've been dealing with it for a couple months now and feel like I'm out of energy and resources. I had been living with my boyfriend of two and a half years and broke up with him two months ago. For the first month it was a workout trying to get him to come to terms with it...he called me constantly, and this frustrated me since the reason I broke up with him to begin with was so that I could be on my own for awhile, without any commitments. After all, I'm still only in my early 20's. I got more and more fed up every day with the tabs he was keeping on me and eventually started just telling him to go to hell, or ignoring his calls/messages altogether. One day I went over to see him and he confessed to me that he's attempted suicide twice since I left him. For the last month he's been begging me every day to go live with him again, and every time I tell him I don't want to he starts to threaten suicide again, saying that he doesn't have any reason to live if I'm not in his life. I can tell he really doesn't have any will to live anymore, but at the same time I don't feel its fair to me to go back to him just for the sake of him not committing suicide. One time I even called 9-11 because he called me right before work to say goodbye and told me he was about to go through with it, but wouldn't tell me where he was. They took him to the hospital once they found him but clearly it didn't do any good, because just a few days ago he called me and told me he was somewhere half an hour from here and about to do it. I'm exhausted mentally and physically. I tried to tell several of his family members what is going on but they refuse to take me seriously. My mom is super stressed from watching me deal with this 24/7 and I don't want to worry her anymore. My best friend I feel is also getting tired of me talking about this constantly, although he is far too wonderful to ever admit it. My ex-boyfriend didn't answer my calls all day yesterday and after work I went over to his apartment. I found him sprawled out on the floor and a suicide note left on the table, and nearly had a heart attack. I was eventually able to wake him up; turned out he just drank too much. This morning he didn't answer any of my calls either, and I was once again in a state of panic until he finally picked up somewhere around midday. Am I going crazy or am I justified in my worries? Are his threats real or are they just a way to guilt me into being with him again? I wish I knew. Now every time he asks me to go back to him I'm afraid to say "no" because of what I feel he might do, but out of self-respect for the decision I made I can't just say "yes" either. Everyone seems to be getting tired of watching me deal with this and I understand there isn't much anyone else can do for either one of us. How do I get rid of this constant fear that is consuming me and sends me into a state of panic if he doesn't respond to my calls within a couple hours? Sorry such a long post. Thanks to anyone who takes the time to read it!