I don't know how much longer I can take this fear of my fiance leaving me every single day. I worry that some of the things I say/do make him want to even though he says it's not true. But why would he say "Yes, it is true" unless he was sure it was what he wanted? Maybe he's having doubts and lying about them.
Like one day I asked him if he thought we really had that much in common. The nature of my asking was because we didn't agree on an issue that was pretty important to me. And he was like "We have some things in common, but not others...but that doesn't mean we're not right for each other". And now I feel like he took it as he doesn't think I think we're right for each other and now he's going to want to leave me. But I was just thinking about it because it seemed we had a lot more in common when we met, so I was just curious. But I don't want to leave him either way. I wouldn't have the energy or desire to look for anyone else if I lost him...I'd just want to die. He's the only reason I feel like I have somewhat of a future.
So that's scaring me, plus other things like that, and I don't know...I'm just scared. All logic seems to point to "he's not going to leave me", especially since he's going to lose his mom soon to cancer and needs me, but my brain seems to think little of logic anymore.
Yesterday, I thought about suicide and it seemed like a fairly good idea. For a moment, I felt brave enough to start to gather the materials I needed and put them away somewhere...this sudden bravery made me somewhat happy with myself. That is, until my mom called moments later, telling me she had a bad dream that something happened to me and wanted to make sure I was okay. She said she loved me and wanted me to be good and take care of myself. Suddenly, I wasn't so brave anymore. I felt guilty for thinking those things and my mood plummeted right back down to where it was...perhaps even lower. Sometimes, I wish no one did care about me. It'd make it a lot easier.
I think I'm going to get drunk now and listen to death/black metal :headbang:
Like one day I asked him if he thought we really had that much in common. The nature of my asking was because we didn't agree on an issue that was pretty important to me. And he was like "We have some things in common, but not others...but that doesn't mean we're not right for each other". And now I feel like he took it as he doesn't think I think we're right for each other and now he's going to want to leave me. But I was just thinking about it because it seemed we had a lot more in common when we met, so I was just curious. But I don't want to leave him either way. I wouldn't have the energy or desire to look for anyone else if I lost him...I'd just want to die. He's the only reason I feel like I have somewhat of a future.
So that's scaring me, plus other things like that, and I don't know...I'm just scared. All logic seems to point to "he's not going to leave me", especially since he's going to lose his mom soon to cancer and needs me, but my brain seems to think little of logic anymore.
Yesterday, I thought about suicide and it seemed like a fairly good idea. For a moment, I felt brave enough to start to gather the materials I needed and put them away somewhere...this sudden bravery made me somewhat happy with myself. That is, until my mom called moments later, telling me she had a bad dream that something happened to me and wanted to make sure I was okay. She said she loved me and wanted me to be good and take care of myself. Suddenly, I wasn't so brave anymore. I felt guilty for thinking those things and my mood plummeted right back down to where it was...perhaps even lower. Sometimes, I wish no one did care about me. It'd make it a lot easier.
I think I'm going to get drunk now and listen to death/black metal :headbang:
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