by own-worst-enemy on Thu Oct 29, 2009 7:58 pm
Hello all
I really hope I can get advice and support here how to stop a destructive and dysfunctional cycle I'm caught in. I'm embarrassed to tell my story but I'm so very depressed today.
My life has been one chaotic mess from adolescence. I suffer with mental health issues myself and have had substance misuse problems. However, I have constantly battled to tried to help myself and I've been to see my psychiatrist last week to go back onto medication. I totally resonate with 'co-dependency' and thought I had that particular dysfunctional facet of my persona under control. How wrong I was, I have totally 'fell off the wagon' as such.
Last year I was in a really happy relationship it seemed for ten months with a 'normal' guy (I thought)
Out of the blue we split up last March, I had had a severe flood in my apartment and had to clean and pack up to move, I also caught the flu at the same time. BF said he didn't want to come up for the weekend because I had to work for a few hours on the Sat night. I didn't think that was reasonable seeing as I was ill & needed helping hand, so I dumped him and sorted everything out myself.
I sound sane so far!
I needed some work done on my apartment and was given a guys number (Bart) He was very attractive, charming, confident alpha male type. Sparks flew, which I KNEW from life long experience is NOT a good sign with me. He tried courting me with vigor. I'd like to say I really tried to avoid his advances, but I felt sad and lonely and felt totally out of sorts with the new house move. I was weak and vulnerable, but tried to hide it. My being evasive probably made me a more attractive conquest. He is a huge drinker, was sexually and physically abused by both parents, joined the Army and then got married to a totally controlling woman and became a Jehovah Witness. I should have ran a mile, instead I felt sorry for him. He kept asking me out to the local bar, once very drunken night I slept with him. I was freaked about how much attention I was getting from him and when he assumed we were an automatic "us" I put him right that I wanted to take things very slowly. We did continue seeing each other and sleeping together but didn't discuss being exclusive.
There was a big night out in my area and we were both there with friends. I was an organiser and had explained I wouldn't be able to stand with him all night. He was watching me socialising all night, quite obsessively to be honest,at one point an old friend pulled me onto his lap and gave me a friendly hug and kiss. Apparently at this point he was overheard saying 'I've had enough of this', and proceeded to start drinking very heavily and flirt with women. He said to me he'd been given phone numbers, I didn't react. By the end of the night he was dancing cheek to cheek with a woman I knew somewhat. I decided I didn't like his games and left him to it.
As I was leaving the venue there was a scuffle outside. A friend of mine was hitting a woman who had hit her fiancée. The woman was extremely drunk and my friends fiancée had tried to help her up, drunken woman lashed out and kicked him between his legs, he had just been diagnosed with testicular cancer, so my usual very placid friend lost it. Next minute, Bart came out of no-where and punched the drunken woman clean in the face. She landed on her backside and Bart was dragged away. He looked weirdly stunned and disorientated, worse than drunk (he doesn't take drugs). Does this sound like someone's 'mask' falling? His friend put it down to him having PTSD from the army and that he thought he was in combat and his comrades under attack? The woman dancing with him dragged him off, they went home together and slept together.
He was full of remorse the next day over both things. Not so much towards me though, as we weren't an official item. I wasn't exactly over the moon obviously about the other woman, but didn't feel I had the right to condemn, plus I can relate to making stupid mistakes with drink.
However I was quite traumatised. We were meant to be going away together for the Easter weekend, but I took off to my friends instead. It didn't work. I don't know what went wrong, but Bart & I started flirting via text and I felt consumed. I hate myself for being so pathetic and weak.
The apartment underneath me was vacant and he wanted to get it, I wasn't at all happy about it and told him. Luckily it was riddled with damp so he didn't take it. Then an apartment in the next building became vacant shortly after and he took it against my wishes. I really was quite concerned, I felt hemmed in.
We have been on and off more times than I can remember since March. He has terrible mood swings, half the time he's the life and soul, then becomes very depressed. (He doesn't have a temper though as far as I've seen apart from the one night I mentioned earlier). I've found his self pitying exausting and draining so we've split up. Also his estranged wife still calls him and asks things like why isn't his car outside his flat - and he will reply to her?! They have been separated for nearly two years after 20 years marriage, she left him but he doesn't know why. She's been extremely uncooperative with him and I can't understand why he doesn't keep contact to a minimum, this has caused me to walk out too. He has to be surreptitious in his comings and goings because he is going against his religion, he doesn't want to be alone for the rest of his life but he's breaking rules by seeing me. This has caused rifts!
The sex life is absolutely dire. I feel like he's feeling guilty during it, there's no eye contact and it's over as fast as he can. Yet I feel he has been quite a womaniser in his life before being a JW. He was very polished the first night.
I've tried to be understanding, but it's hard work, and I've caught him out lying. He left a window open on my PC that is a Sex search site. He swore blind he wasn't a member and it was a pop-up. Since when do pop-ups upload your picture and write your profile! Seeing as he hadn't ever replied to messages or written any (I checked) I let it go. However I also found he had joined dating sites. Walked out again, only to be lured back.
And so on and so forth. My business collapsed about six weeks ago and I've had to endure lots of court appearances, I became very weepy and needy (I'm usually quite outgoing confidant and perceived as 'strong') he 'seemed' to become distant. I emphasise 'seemed' as I'm not convinced it wasn't me being paranoid. I decided to spend as much time away from home as possible to try to get myself together as I was severely depressed and hating myself for being clingy. I've put lots of weight on too and my self esteem is rock bottom. I've since found out he has dated other women in the last few months, don't know if it was during a 'break'. Last week we had a really nice night in and he was really affectionate. I decided I had just as many issues and wanted to give it another go. Went away for the weekend and have come back to him being totally elusive again. I don't know if it's because he's met someone else or going back to The Kingdom Hall.
I am driving myself NUTS looking out of the window every five minutes to see if his car is there. I haven't been able to function today, CONSTANT relentless obsessive thoughts. I've deleted his number so I can't text because I asked him could we talk last night and he blanked me, hasn't text all day. I just feel so disgusted at myself even though I know it's a type of 'illness' - HOW do I stop obsessing??? PLEASE, any tips? I can't keep going from friends to friends forever more! I can't believe I've become a spineless wimp desperate for scraps of attention and affection thrown to me. I'm better than this, I deserve more. PLEASE help me get back on the road to recovery!
My friend can't understand I'm acting so out of character - but he lives next door! I said to her I feel like a recovering alcoholic having to sit in a pub all day and not drink!
So very sorry for the length of this, and I know it's absolutely nothing in comparison to what the most of you have been though or are and my heart goes out to you all x ... I just don't want my mental health to deteriorate any more. I'm my own worst enemy - not him.
God bless.