Since my second marriage collapsed almost nine years ago, I have been involved with a woman who had been my high school sweetheart. From the get go, it was turbulent. I left her once and saw another woman very briefly, but reconciled. After three years, it collapsed again. My mental state deteriorated after I had a major meltdown, and since have been unemployable. I stayed with her for another year, but after enduring verbal and mental abuse (the has a short fuse), I decided to get away from her by moving in with my parents.
Again, I reconciled with her, but did not move back in. Instead, I wanted to give it some time. She grew pushier and pushier.
Finally, during the holiday season, I finally said I'd had it; I simply could not tolerate her temper flare ups, her drinking, her deceptiveness, her anger. Talking to her one night, when she was clearly drunk, it hit me just how crazy she sounded, and I said enough. I told her I had taken all I could take; she accused me of not trying harder.
What part of "all I could take" she failed to comprehend I can't say.
Since then, she has been going out of her way to make my life hell. She has the lion share of my personal property, including things like tax paperwork and my car; she insisted on holding on to it "because no matter what happens, it will be safe here". I've made attempts, but she has thwarted them. She is now telling people that I abandoned it (I maintained contact), or that it's all hers since she bought it for me (a blatant lie).
At this point, I've pretty much written it all off. Sadly.
In the end, though, it is better this way. We just couldn't get along. I am far too passive and not nearly as outgoing as she is (she says she's on the spectrum, but I really don't see it). I don't drink, and her temperament runs hot.
No means no means no.
Being alone my suck, but being in a bad relationship is something I've decided I no longer want.
- namaste