I suffer from Bipolar II, PTSD and chronic anxiety. When I started dating my ex-wife in 2015 I told her all about it and explained it in as much detail as I could. I'm up front about it when meeting someone new for a relationship because I know firsthand that it is not easy living with someone with those disorders - trust me, I live with myself. We fell madly "in love", or at least I did. We moved across the country to start a new life in a southern state. We got married in 2017 and she reaffirmed that she was never going anywhere and that we would be together through the "fun times, the bad times, and the mundane." We had always discussed how divorce was not an option for either of us, however I should have known that it WAS an option for her seeing as she had been divorced once before, and that we would work through absolutely anything - including infidelity. We reaffirmed this in our pre-marital counseling through our church. However, late 2018 I began getting very angry and uptight with everything she did. I nit picked on everything - big and small, sometimes nothing even existed but I'd pick a fight. in early 2019 my doctors decided to pull me off my meds to get a "baseline" and see what meds needed to be changed. I remember my ex-wife getting ready to leave the house and I stopped her and told her that "this is going to be the hardest time of our entire marriage, I need you to stick this out with me". She reiterated that no matter how hard I pushed she wasn't going anywhere. That wasn't completely true. My mood spiraled out of control. I became extremely depressed and at one point <mod edit - method> when she walked in the house and saw me. That really damaged our relationship. We had also been talking about starting to have kids in April of 2019, but I was in such a depressing and stuck so deep in my head that I couldn't bring myself to commit to children. This is when she completely emotionally detached from me.
I was emotionally unfaithful to her in the beginning of our relationship but she didn't find out until about a year into our marriage. The "affair" lasted two weeks. I did it because I was constantly telling my wife that I felt useless to her, unloved, unwanted and that I felt like I was just her roommate. She never let me live that down. No matter what I did to try to gain her trust, I never could.
In September 2019 I was supposed to attend a wedding with her in another state but came down very ill and had to cancel going with her. She went for 6 days, and called me on the last day from an airport and told me that she wanted a divorce. Every since then my world has caved. The divorce became final in December 2019, but here it is March 2020 and I can't stop reeling over the loss of her, even though I know that there were a ton of things that didn't make me happy in my marriage. She said some of the most hurtful and mean things that I've ever been told and I'm not sure that she was lying. She told me that I am worthless and was a horrible husband - I'm not great at keeping jobs. She told me that I would be a horrible father - knowing that I was horrified of passing on my Bipolar gene and that I was afraid I was going to be a bad dad due to my illness. She told me that we have nothing in common, yet I have 6000+ photos of us out doing things, traveling, laughing, even crying. She told me that I wouldn't have any friends after the divorce and I didn't know what she meant by that because all the friends that she knew were from me. I lived in the state that we moved to from birth. I was only in her state for work for 2 years. So, I was very confused. However, sure enough, I lost absolutely every friend I ever had. I went from being employed to unemployed (still Nov 2019 - current). I went from being married to divorced (Sept 2019). I tried to kill myself in Dec 2019. And now, I just sit alone, in my apartment, with no friends, no job, no hobbies - I can't remember what I liked to do before her - meanwhile she is still gainfully employed, started dating before I even moved out of the house, and has somehow made me out to be the monster to all my "friends". I've had several of them tell me that they've talked to her and no longer want to speak with me after what they've heard. However, no one of them has let me tell my side.
I'm so alone. I don't know why I miss her, but I do. So much.
Daily I wish I were dead. Not just because of the aforementioned but because I've been battling suicide for 27 years. I'm not sure why I'm afraid to take the leap, but I've noticed lately when I think about it my heart starts racing and I get this adrenaline rush like I've never had before. It happens every time I think about it. It feels good. It feels like it's drawing me to do it. I want to. I'm not sure whom it would really hurt if I weren't here anymore. I'm not sure I have the 'will' to hold back anymore.
Thanks for listening,
_fandn_
I was emotionally unfaithful to her in the beginning of our relationship but she didn't find out until about a year into our marriage. The "affair" lasted two weeks. I did it because I was constantly telling my wife that I felt useless to her, unloved, unwanted and that I felt like I was just her roommate. She never let me live that down. No matter what I did to try to gain her trust, I never could.
In September 2019 I was supposed to attend a wedding with her in another state but came down very ill and had to cancel going with her. She went for 6 days, and called me on the last day from an airport and told me that she wanted a divorce. Every since then my world has caved. The divorce became final in December 2019, but here it is March 2020 and I can't stop reeling over the loss of her, even though I know that there were a ton of things that didn't make me happy in my marriage. She said some of the most hurtful and mean things that I've ever been told and I'm not sure that she was lying. She told me that I am worthless and was a horrible husband - I'm not great at keeping jobs. She told me that I would be a horrible father - knowing that I was horrified of passing on my Bipolar gene and that I was afraid I was going to be a bad dad due to my illness. She told me that we have nothing in common, yet I have 6000+ photos of us out doing things, traveling, laughing, even crying. She told me that I wouldn't have any friends after the divorce and I didn't know what she meant by that because all the friends that she knew were from me. I lived in the state that we moved to from birth. I was only in her state for work for 2 years. So, I was very confused. However, sure enough, I lost absolutely every friend I ever had. I went from being employed to unemployed (still Nov 2019 - current). I went from being married to divorced (Sept 2019). I tried to kill myself in Dec 2019. And now, I just sit alone, in my apartment, with no friends, no job, no hobbies - I can't remember what I liked to do before her - meanwhile she is still gainfully employed, started dating before I even moved out of the house, and has somehow made me out to be the monster to all my "friends". I've had several of them tell me that they've talked to her and no longer want to speak with me after what they've heard. However, no one of them has let me tell my side.
I'm so alone. I don't know why I miss her, but I do. So much.
Daily I wish I were dead. Not just because of the aforementioned but because I've been battling suicide for 27 years. I'm not sure why I'm afraid to take the leap, but I've noticed lately when I think about it my heart starts racing and I get this adrenaline rush like I've never had before. It happens every time I think about it. It feels good. It feels like it's drawing me to do it. I want to. I'm not sure whom it would really hurt if I weren't here anymore. I'm not sure I have the 'will' to hold back anymore.
Thanks for listening,
_fandn_
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