I need to get this off my chest.
If anything, it might help or inspire someone…
“Don’t worry, things will get better”. That’s what I was always told.
To that, I ask, how can you be so sure?
I remember the night I got back home after being away for a few weeks, my girlfriend of 3 years collects me and we drive home. She’s untalkative and unhappy.
Fast forward to us sitting on the bed, the conversation begins. She ends with “We should break up”.
I agree, we fall asleep.
I wake up the following morning to New Years Day, she leaves to work, I stay at home and take to the bottle.
By sun down I’m faded and numb, she doesn’t come home.
Turns out she fucked a so-called friend of mine after work that night.
It’s funny how People always get sympathetic when I tell them that story, they become confused when I tell them it was the best thing that could have happened at the time.
It cut me free from living her hell, her violent mix of bipolar and borderline personality, her abuse, her manipulation, her lies.