Hello. I haven’t written in a while. It’s not that anything stopped. In fact, things got worse. But it was nothing new enough to write about, I suppose. But things have changed now. I broke up with Dan (my boyfriend with undiagnosed schizophrenia or some similar mental illness). The biggest reason was I found out he was smoking behind my back since August. Lying to my face. Making his symptoms worse.
He spent all day accusing me of things. He thought I was always doing something whore-related or that I didn’t care about him. He spent all day talking about it. But the biggest issue for me was his ability to lie to my face and not feel remorse or regret or any type of ill feelings towards it. It strikes me as wrong that he is able to lie, even as I’m crying. As I’m crying and sobbing, he was able to lie to my face. He would delete messages, tell me they weren’t what I thought… How is that possible? I don’t really feel that is a schizophrenia-related trait. I think that’s just HIM, so I’m less forgiving.
On one hand, it’s “just weed.” But I feel he shouldn’t smoke. It makes him not that great to be around. But on the other hand, a lie is a lie. Am I overreacting? When he told me, I sent him to his friend’s house. He has always threatened to move there whenever he proclaims we need to break up for various, made up reasons. His friends let him. They have already gotten in arguments and Dan has not showered due to lack of hot water. He also was TWO HOURS late to his job today, the one day I wasn’t there to make him go on time.
Instead of heading straight to work, he came to me. He couldn’t really talk. He had to talk very slow. He didn’t get anything I was saying. He seemed apologetic and I know his love for me was never a lie. But he asked if there was anyone upstairs with me (like a man). I said no. Part of me feels he just wants a place to live, the familiar feeling of having me there for him. And I don’t blame him because I feel the same way. I don’t want to let go. I love him. He’s familiar and there are things I admire and like.
But I feel it might be for the best to be apart. I am hoping (this sounds horrible) that his friends will end up kicking him out and he gets taken off the streets and gets committed in a type of hospital and gets help. That is my hope for him. Because he would never get help without it. But I am also very depressed as I write it. It pains me that he would have to go through this. I know he loves me and wants to come back. I am scared that he will have sex with someone else. I feel the second I let go of him, he will find a girl as a rebound. But I also think, “if he can do that this quickly, I guess it’s not worth my time.” But it still hurts to think about the possibility.
He has definitely gotten worse. But I don’t know what to do right now.
UPDATE: He just told me from his friend’s phone that he was laid off today. He claims it was unrelated to him being late, but I don’t know if I believe that. I am afraid it was him being late and his possible weirdness he expresses at work. I have been bawling my eyes out.