u/Senior-World-3869

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You promised me you wouldn't hurt me. You put a lot of love patience and effort into convincing me to give you a chance. I finally did. You completely stole my heart, I fell in love with you.

But.... You kept a secret from me though. You should have told me, It would have given me a chance to be prepared. But instead I had to find out the hard way.

In the beginning I was so confused and scared. I didn't realize what was happening. I was in complete shock with the drastic sudden changes. I couldn't even think straight. It was scary how hateful and dangerous you became overnight. I stayed regardless. Stupity I guess.. then you finally told me...

Then it all made complete sense.. by then it was too late.. the "secret" had already swallowed you whole. Leaving you in a distorted reality of your own. The voices hated me, they convinced you I was the enemy. I still stayed! I thought you'd eventually come back to me.

The version of you that I fell in love with was completely gone. No matter how hard I prayed for you, it only got worse. Watching you change into someone I no longer recognized was one of the hardest things I've ever experienced.

We were supposed to get married, build a life together. But Little by little, the man I once knew disappeared, leaving behind only a shadow of who you used to be.

During this period of time, I lost insight on my own reality/life. I believe I became unwell myself, codependency maybe? You were my only concern, I stayed by your side through the torment and abuse.

I lost everything that mattered to me. My Job, Apt, car, friends, family. All in just a cpl weeks. I can only blame myself for it though.

This "secret" has taken so much from you and from everyone who loves you. It's devastating to watch you battle a mind that has turned against you.

I miss you, and my heart breaks knowing how much you're suffering. You refuse to get treatment, You refuse to even admit your unwell.

I tell myself this isn't your fault, it's the "secrets" fault. If we only caught it sooner, we could have gotten help with making it more manageable. But instead You tried hiding it, hoping you could make it disappear.

I know that you would never intentionally hurt me in all those awful ways you recently have. I'm lucky I'm still alive. I'm done with all of it! I've accepted the fact I can't fix you, and you just kept getting worse.

This last incident was a total wake up call. While you spent those days in jail, I had a chance to wake up. I'm not turning my back on you, I'm just putting myself first. You're going to end up killing me if I stay. I can't and won't do this anymore.

I'm getting my life back. Nothing will change this decision of mine either. Even if you get treatment and get better. You've done way too much damage, where I'll never ever be able to feel safe around you again.

Maybe this isn't your fault, but it's not my fault either. I wish you the best. Good luck

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You promised me you wouldn't hurt me. You put a lot of love patience and effort into convincing me to give you a chance. I finally did. You completely stole my heart, I fell in love with you.

But.... You kept a secret from me though. You should have told me, It would have given me a chance to be prepared. But instead I had to find out the hard way.

In the beginning I was so confused and scared. I didn't realize what was happening. I was in complete shock with the drastic sudden changes. I couldn't even think straight. It was scary how hateful and dangerous you became overnight. I stayed regardless. Stupity I guess.. then you finally told me...

Then it all made complete sense.. by then it was too late.. the "secret" had already swallowed you whole. Leaving you in a distorted reality of your own. The voices hated me, they convinced you I was the enemy. I still stayed! I thought you'd eventually come back to me.

The version of you that I fell in love with was completely gone. No matter how hard I prayed for you, it only got worse. Watching you change into someone I no longer recognized was one of the hardest things I've ever experienced.

We were supposed to get married, build a life together. But Little by little, the man I once knew disappeared, leaving behind only a shadow of who you used to be.

During this period of time, I lost insight on my own reality/life. I believe I became unwell myself, codependency maybe? You were my only concern, I stayed by your side through the torment and abuse.

I lost everything that mattered to me. My Job, Apt, car, friends, family. All in just a cpl weeks. I can only blame myself for it though.

This "secret" has taken so much from you and from everyone who loves you. It's devastating to watch you battle a mind that has turned against you.

I miss you, and my heart breaks knowing how much you're suffering. You refuse to get treatment, You refuse to even admit your unwell.

I tell myself this isn't your fault, it's the "secrets" fault. If we only caught it sooner, we could have gotten help with making it more manageable. But instead You tried hiding it, hoping you could make it disappear.

I know that you would never intentionally hurt me in all those awful ways you recently have. I'm lucky I'm still alive. I'm done with all of it! I've accepted the fact I can't fix you, and you just kept getting worse.

This last incident was a total wake up call. While you spent those days in jail, I had a chance to wake up. I'm not turning my back on you, I'm just putting myself first. You're going to end up killing me if I stay. I can't and won't do this anymore.

I'm getting my life back. Nothing will change this decision of mine either. Even if you get treatment and get better. You've done way too much damage, where I'll never ever be able to feel safe around you again.

Maybe this isn't your fault, but it's not my fault either. I wish you the best. Good luck

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You promised me you wouldn't hurt me. You put a lot of love patience and effort into convincing me to give you a chance. I finally did. You completely stole my heart, I fell in love with you.

But.... You kept a secret from me though. You should have told me, It would have given me a chance to be prepared. But instead I had to find out the hard way.

In the beginning I was so confused and scared. I didn't realize what was happening. I was in complete shock with the drastic sudden changes. I couldn't even think straight. It was scary how hateful and dangerous you became overnight. I stayed regardless. Stupity I guess.. then you finally told me...

Then it all made complete sense.. by then it was too late.. the "secret" had already swallowed you whole. Leaving you in a distorted reality of your own. The voices hated me, they convinced you I was the enemy. I still stayed! I thought you'd eventually come back to me.

The version of you that I fell in love with was completely gone. No matter how hard I prayed for you, it only got worse. Watching you change into someone I no longer recognized was one of the hardest things I've ever experienced.

We were supposed to get married, build a life together. But Little by little, the man I once knew disappeared, leaving behind only a shadow of who you used to be.

During this period of time, I lost insight on my own reality/life. I believe I became unwell myself, codependency maybe? You were my only concern, I stayed by your side through the torment and abuse.

I lost everything that mattered to me. My Job, Apt, car, friends, family. All in just a cpl weeks. I can only blame myself for it though.

This "secret" has taken so much from you and from everyone who loves you. It's devastating to watch you battle a mind that has turned against you.

I miss you, and my heart breaks knowing how much you're suffering. You refuse to get treatment, You refuse to even admit your unwell.

I tell myself this isn't your fault, it's the "secrets" fault. If we only caught it sooner, we could have gotten help with making it more manageable. But instead You tried hiding it, hoping you could make it disappear.

I know that you would never intentionally hurt me in all those awful ways you recently have. I'm lucky I'm still alive. I'm done with all of it! I've accepted the fact I can't fix you, and you just kept getting worse.

This last incident was a total wake up call. While you spent those days in jail, I had a chance to wake up. I'm not turning my back on you, I'm just putting myself first. You're going to end up killing me if I stay. I can't and won't do this anymore.

I'm getting my life back. Nothing will change this decision of mine either. Even if you get treatment and get better. You've done way too much damage, where I'll never ever be able to feel safe around you again.

Maybe this isn't your fault, but it's not my fault either. I wish you the best. Good luck

​

You promised me you wouldn't hurt me. You put a lot of love patience and effort into convincing me to give you a chance. I finally did. You completely stole my heart, I fell in love with you.

But.... You kept a secret from me though. You should have told me, It would have given me a chance to be prepared. But instead I had to find out the hard way.

In the beginning I was so confused and scared. I didn't realize what was happening. I was in complete shock with the drastic sudden changes. I couldn't even think straight. It was scary how hateful and dangerous you became overnight. I stayed regardless. Stupity I guess.. then you finally told me...

Then it all made complete sense.. by then it was too late.. the "secret" had already swallowed you whole. Leaving you in a distorted reality of your own. The voices hated me, they convinced you I was the enemy. I still stayed! I thought you'd eventually come back to me.

The version of you that I fell in love with was completely gone. No matter how hard I prayed for you, it only got worse. Watching you change into someone I no longer recognized was one of the hardest things I've ever experienced.

We were supposed to get married, build a life together. But Little by little, the man I once knew disappeared, leaving behind only a shadow of who you used to be.

During this period of time, I lost insight on my own reality/life. I believe I became unwell myself, codependency maybe? You were my only concern, I stayed by your side through the torment and abuse.

I lost everything that mattered to me. My Job, Apt, car, friends, family. All in just a cpl weeks. I can only blame myself for it though.

This "secret" has taken so much from you and from everyone who loves you. It's devastating to watch you battle a mind that has turned against you.

I miss you, and my heart breaks knowing how much you're suffering. You refuse to get treatment, You refuse to even admit your unwell.

I tell myself this isn't your fault, it's the "secrets" fault. If we only caught it sooner, we could have gotten help with making it more manageable. But instead You tried hiding it, hoping you could make it disappear.

I know that you would never intentionally hurt me in all those awful ways you recently have. I'm lucky I'm still alive. I'm done with all of it! I've accepted the fact I can't fix you, and you just kept getting worse.

This last incident was a total wake up call. While you spent those days in jail, I had a chance to wake up. I'm not turning my back on you, I'm just putting myself first. You're going to end up killing me if I stay. I can't and won't do this anymore.

I'm getting my life back. Nothing will change this decision of mine either. Even if you get treatment and get better. You've done way too much damage, where I'll never ever be able to feel safe around you again.

Maybe this isn't your fault, but it's not my fault either. I wish you the best. Good luck

​

You promised me you wouldn't hurt me. You put a lot of love patience and effort into convincing me to give you a chance. I finally did. You completely stole my heart, I fell in love with you.

But.... You kept a secret from me though. You should have told me, It would have given me a chance to be prepared. But instead I had to find out the hard way.

In the beginning I was so confused and scared. I didn't realize what was happening. I was in complete shock with the drastic sudden changes. I couldn't even think straight. It was scary how hateful and dangerous you became overnight. I stayed regardless. Stupity I guess.. then you finally told me...

Then it all made complete sense.. by then it was too late.. the "secret" had already swallowed you whole. Leaving you in a distorted reality of your own. The voices hated me, they convinced you I was the enemy. I still stayed! I thought you'd eventually come back to me.

The version of you that I fell in love with was completely gone. No matter how hard I prayed for you, it only got worse. Watching you change into someone I no longer recognized was one of the hardest things I've ever experienced.

We were supposed to get married, build a life together. But Little by little, the man I once knew disappeared, leaving behind only a shadow of who you used to be.

During this period of time, I lost insight on my own reality/life. I believe I became unwell myself, codependency maybe? You were my only concern, I stayed by your side through the torment and abuse.

I lost everything that mattered to me. My Job, Apt, car, friends, family. All in just a cpl weeks. I can only blame myself for it though.

This "secret" has taken so much from you and from everyone who loves you. It's devastating to watch you battle a mind that has turned against you.

I miss you, and my heart breaks knowing how much you're suffering. You refuse to get treatment, You refuse to even admit your unwell.

I tell myself this isn't your fault, it's the "secrets" fault. If we only caught it sooner, we could have gotten help with making it more manageable. But instead You tried hiding it, hoping you could make it disappear.

I know that you would never intentionally hurt me in all those awful ways you recently have. I'm lucky I'm still alive. I'm done with all of it! I've accepted the fact I can't fix you, and you just kept getting worse.

This last incident was a total wake up call. While you spent those days in jail, I had a chance to wake up. I'm not turning my back on you, I'm just putting myself first. You're going to end up killing me if I stay. I can't and won't do this anymore.

I'm getting my life back. Nothing will change this decision of mine either. Even if you get treatment and get better. You've done way too much damage, where I'll never ever be able to feel safe around you again.

Maybe this isn't your fault, but it's not my fault either. I wish you the best. Good luck