I met my EX-boyfriend online three years ago. We dated, had a good relationship for one year. Obviously he and I saw the relationship differently. He mentioned celebrating our anniversary just two weeks before it was due to happen. And we talked of it the weekend before and were talking of spending the weekend doing various things. On the Thursday before, just two days before, he called me and told me he had met someone at Synagogue and we wouldn't be spending the anniversary together, he was breaking it off. I was devastated, eventually accepted it and he and I stayed on talking terms for the next year. At the end of the second year, he said he'd like to try again, that he learned in Synagogue that I was his "soulmate". He stated that all the women in that year proved to him, that he was too old for that promiscuous lifestyle. So again we tried and it went really well for 6 months. At the end of six months he made the remark to me that he had been monogamous for 6 months, which was the longest for him....EVER!
You would think that this would have sent up flares and red flags but it didn't. The next couple months were rocky and I checked his computer a few times and found he was communicating with other women. Oh the excuses were unbelievably stupid yet I stayed.
Finally, when he turned me down for the 3rd time sexually, I asked him what was wrong. He took it as an assault to his virility. It was actually a question to his fidelity. So, a few days after I asked, he sent me an email and said he had plans for the weekend and we wouldn't be seeing each other. For a couples weeks the accusations and arguing ensued. Then I discovered a "bump" in the vulva area. When I finally got into a Dr. I was tested for STDs and told they felt it was HPV. So on I go to a Gyn. After a couple of visits and biopsies, it was confirmed.
In the meantime I am talking to "ex", telling him what I was going thru. I was sick (emotionally) and at the time I was also devastated. I truely thought I would commit suicide. I have had depression for years and had only recently been rediagnosed and put on meds.
The reason I was so devastated was because with ALL the information I gave this man...and YES he did admit to giving it to me....he continued to meet women online and have sex with them. When I told him he would have to inform his "other" girlfriend, he stated, "When I get my test results, I will inform THOSE who need to know." That really made me sick. I am quite sure, to this day, 6 weeks later, he has not informed anyone that he is a carrier. He stated that he now sees the importance of using condoms and does so. I am sure that too is a lie. But the thing that bother me most is that he continues to see numerous women, knowing that HPV can cause cancer. I have 13 out of 16 high risk strains. I had to have biopsies of four different areas. I can only imagine that he is knowingly putting other women at risk for this.
It was so completely devastating that I went to his place one night and took a bottle PLUS of different pills.
I had informed him for a couple of weeks that I was going to do this. I felt, and still feel, that there isn't much of a future for me except more pain. I felt and still feel that I have raised a wonderful family and that is what I was here to do. It is over and I see no improvement for the furture. I have always had a healthy attitude about death. I have never been afraid of it, I accept that it is just an ending. I know that we miss the people we love when they are gone but I honestly believe we go on to a better place and that is just the way it is. So the night that I took the pills at his place, was quite a disappointment. All it accomplished was vomitting all over his porch and myself. I somehow got myself home after passing out on his porch for 5 hours. Yes, he knew what I was going to do and told me to just do it. I did. But wasn't successful at it. There is no surprise!! I took over 50 sleeping pills, valium and anti depressants and only fell asleep, vomitted and woke up. That sucked.
I saw Dr. Phil's show on suicide and recognised alot of me and how I feel. I think the only thing I didn't hear that I think alot of people with depression go thru is that we are GREAT at faking it in front of people who know us, family, friends, co-workers, etc. I prepared everything, down to advance directives, donating my body, health advocate, will, etc. No one suspected a thing except EXbf who I told everything to. I think he knew I would because he hid his pills and gun, suspecting that I still had access to his home. The night I took the pills, I called his daughter and told her what he had done and what I had done (gulping the pills).
I drove over to his place right after talking to her a but before the pills kicked in. I saw him moving his car, and walking around looking for mine. So I stayed out of sight until I saw his lights go out. I then went up his stairs so he would be the one to find me in the morning...yes, I wanted payback. I wasnt trying to kill myself because of him but because I knew the future was worse than bleak. But I did want him to feel something...anything...and to react, to see what he played a part in. But failed at it.
I would do it again, just not sure when....next week, next month, two years from now....
And even tho my counselor knows I have suicidal thoughts, he never questioned me when I told him I lost or accidently threw out my sleeping pills. Just wrote another perscription. Sometimes it's just too easy.