2009 was going to be a year of no more fighting
January 6, 2009 5:51 PM
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(This is a long one)
I am trying to get out of a terrible relationship that keeps pulling me back in.
I was seeing someone for several years. During that time, he was the care-giver for his elderly grandmother who was quite ill. Things were pretty difficult because of his job and care-giving responsibilities. He was always tired, grumpy, and regularly couldn't meet his financial obligations. I always wound up bailing him out and he owes me thousands and thousands of dollars now. As things went on, I could see that he was not going to get his head above water and would not reach out to anyone for help (well almost no one - his family of origin live in another country and were not forth-coming when he asked them for financial and care-giving help). I tried getting him to talk to a therapist but he refused. I felt guilty and trapped. I wanted to break up with him several times, but he would always talk me out of it. Finally I succeeded. In the months after that, his grandmother died and he fell apart. I let him stay with me when he showed up at my place in the days following her death. He hadn't eaten or slept in god knows how long and was a wreck. I tried to keep it friends-only, but he wore me down promising that things would be different, insisting that we try again. He was in such a bad state that he couldn't work or find a new place to live (he lost his apartment while he was staying in the hospital with his grandmother). This went on for several months in a terrible state. Finally I managed to break up with him again and get him out of my house.
Cut to 9 months later, during which we had pretty much no contact. I called him to discuss the money he owes me and we had a couple of coffees together. At the same time I found out at that I had acquired bedbugs from a stupid friend who held a stupid clothing swap party before she realized that the mattress she had picked up off the street was infested. Ugh. So I was trying to deal with that and he offered to help. I know I should have said no, but I was kind of freaking out ( I am a paper and fabric artist whose studio is in my home, as well as someone who has severe reactions to chemicals, and I was at my wits end as to how to deal with it.) He was overbearing in his approach (annoyed that I was consulting the internet for advice), but incredibly helpful. We cleaned the whole place. Plastic-bagging everything. He dealt with the chemicals and we stayed at his place during that week. He had managed to get himself back together in the time we'd been apart and I started remembering how things had been when we had first met. Before I knew it, we were sleeping together, etc.
That was a month ago. Since then, things have deteriorated rapidly. Jealousy (I work as a designer and the fact that I have male clients sets him off; I dated someone else while we were not together) , fighting (over mostly stupid things, me wanting to go to holiday parties, him not wanting me/us to go), moodiness (every morning, the bad mood), anger (we brought bedbugs back to his place; him saying I just used him to eradicate my bedbugs ). I went to visit my family for the holidays, thinking that maybe we could still make it work, but his sullen face at the airport on my return made me so depressed and hopeless that I realized this was just crazy.
A couple of days ago we had a huge fight during which he started hitting himself hard in the head (not the first time this has happened, and a terrible thing which numbs me with terror and brings me back to bad bad childhood memories of my mother's similar behavior). I started hitting my head literally against a wall and then descended into hysterical tears. Finally I was screaming at him to leave and he, finally, did.
Now he is calling with a plan and wants to get back together. I can't do it. It is crazy. We are terrible together, and I feel incredibly guilty that I let this happen again. I have no idea what to do, other than sit here with the lights off and the phone unplugged.
It is awful. I have a support network of friends and family (all aghast that I had started seeing him again) but he has pretty much no one. I don't know what to do. Part of me wants to pack all of my things into a van and move far away. A tiny part knows that I do care about this man and worry about him. But I am worried about me too. I know also, that it is my fault for letting this happen again. I guess I don't really have a question, just looking for advice/support.
posted by tingting to human relations (20 comments total)
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You do not choose who you love or who loves you. Life would be so much simpler if that were true.
You shouldn't think of this as a situation requiring guilt or attribution of blame in even the slightest way.
You are not a bad person, you have not done wrong.
Plug the phone back in, turn the lights back on, call the people who you know are there to support you, and tell them you need help saying "no". You recognise exactly what you need to do, you just need the support of people who want to give it to you. I think you'll be fine.
posted by Fiasco da Gama at 6:10 PM on January 6 [2 favorites]