One of my current 'key issues' with my anxiety is the breakup with the one person i truly loved and trusted after years of abuse/trauma. There had never been a solid reason to the split, we'd just spent a week vacation together which I thought went well and then he went back to work and ceased communication, until I'd tell him I was going to let him go and let him be happy because obviously he wasnt. Then he would do something to try and hold on. It was that period of ignore me, push me away, pull me close when my head got bad fast. I started losing it, I was accusing him of all sorts of things trying to figure out his behavior, in turn my behavior was becomming erratic, irrational, I was going through all of this in silence because he was never there. One day I noticed he had deleted me from a social media platform. To me that says gtfo of my life. I got upset and called looking to see if this was his way of ending it (quite a mature way). He didnt answer. But I left a voicemail. He didnt return my call, so I tried again with no response. So then I emailed him figuring he wasnt going to answer me. I'm agoraphobic but I was truly planning to try and drive out and speak to him face to face (with him. I could go anywhere/do anything, I felt invincible). He sent me a text saying I was being crazy, citing the fact i was calling w my number blocked. I didnt know it was. I was prepping for a court case against my ex husband and didnt want some people knowing my number so i did block it, but forgot to unblock, I wasn't trying to hide who I was or I wouldn't have left a message. He wanted to break up that day. Pathetically, I begged for 10 days. Just 10 days for us to have the chance for us to talk about the things bothering him and me because what we had was a really good thing and I wanted to save it. Those first few days seemed promising, then I realized he just didnt care, those days were given to me out of pity and I told him I was letting him go even though it was killing me to do so. He still contacted me for a few weeks at first, when he needed someone to talk to, didnt matter what I needed or when. I put my foot down explaining all I felt and it started to get ugly. He didnt want to see things from my perspective. I went into a downward spiral amazingly fast. Drinking, taking too many pills, blacking out and losing time, missing my therapy appts. I knew I wanted to die. When my psychiatrist sent the mobile crisis unit to my home to check on me I woke on the floor of my room in half pjs and a dress, hungover, unsteady, with a severely low blood pressure and fell down the stairs. They took me to the hospital for medical purposes and kept me in the psychiatric unit to follow. No med changes, just observation and fears I had slipped back into an eating disorder (h/o anorexia going back 23 years). I spent 10 days in the hospital. Tried contacting him when I came out, no luck. Tried at other points, his birthday, special days, nothing. Obviously he doesnt care. I ruined everything, burned each and every bridge with my meltdown. I gave up not only thinking he'd ever speak to me again, but I gave up the fact he ever loved me at all.
I've not been able to put all of his/our photos away, I was hoping theyd help me desensitize myself a bit, give me a sort of aversion to him. And they do, at this point, hurt to look at. I've finished certification in sports nutrition, fitness, & personal training in the 6 months since we split. Fearing an anorexic relapse I thought I'd consume myself with practical knowledge and learning to take better care of myself. I eat more and have lost 38 lbs, 2 dress sizes, 4% body fat and my biceps and delts are amazing lol. And I'm using this professional knowledge now to help an obese family member & overweight diabetic friend hoping to rid of medication dependence, my first test cases 🙂 it's a huge mental boost to be able to help others, but also keeping myself appropriately fit with the proper diet - helps tons. I'm also back on my klonopin thank god!
My former other half recently contacted me in a very ambiguous string on messages. It was like "go away crazy b!+ch" "you're going to be so proud of me" "I havent kept in touch fully because I fear you be hated me for what I've done, but I did fix..." i had to explain i dont blame or hate him at all. I still love him, I'll always love him, I blame me, i always have. He stopped communicating after that. I know originally he said it was time to stop communicating. Just didnt make sense then to continue the way he did. I waited a week or so and explained that this was the kind of thing that plays with my head and I'd appreciate he explain if theres something more hed like to say or clarify, or if he just wants or needs reassurance, that's fine. He knows I'm always going to be here. And I immensely apologized for my breakdown and tried to explain what happens when someone with PTSD and depression/anxiety is cornered with that amount of stress. I hoped it was a baby step to rebuilding a friendship. After 2 weeks... I think he was just screwing with me. Payback maybe. Because I havent heard a thing.
At any rate I feel like I need to force myself to let go. I wear an engraved dog tag necklace with his name on it, it's like when I can take it off, I can let go. I tried last week and burst into tears. I reduced the 'family photos' to 2. And I cant put them away (even though theres a scrapbook in existence I started during the relationship) because it feels like I'm giving up all hope. I dont want to completely give up. But I kind of feel like its time. If he loved me at any point, he wouldn't want me to feel this way.
I'm not sure how to start. Any suggestions would be great. I need to do this without crying like a baby.