He's not coming home---
reesersgrl
Registrant
My "fiancee" is not coming home. In February, he started coming home later and later. Then he would be out all night a day, then two etc... saying he fell asleep in his car due to the meds. It went from that, to staying at various friends homes. Its been continuous and more frequent. I'm tired of the excuses that he makes--he's afraid to come home because I yell is the biggest one. Typically, Im a very patient and understanding person. I have stuck with him knowing all that I know and all that he's put me thru during our struggle with his memories of abuse. Well, I only yell after days and days of loneliness and total frustration. I try so hard not to trigger him in any way--BUT EVERYTHING TRIGGERS HIM. The wall he's putting up between us is getting taller by the minute. His MIStrust issues are out of control. I'm devoting most of my "thought time" to him and all he can do is worry that Im betraying him when that is sooooo farfrom the truth its not funny. I dot think the medication is doing him any good-and I had really high hopes for that. It seems to be making him angrier and more reclusive.About a month and 1/2 ago, he went on a rage over nothing and tore our house apart.His brother called just after I walked in onall this and I let loose. I told him all the things that have been going on. He took the ball and ran with it. Bob and I talked things out and he agreed to get counsel with me. The next thng you know, we awake to the police banging on our dooor with some sort of order. They took him in handcuffs to the hospital and I followed behind.He immediately presumed I was the one who called the police and proceeded to scream and yell and swear at me to get the hell out of there. He turned on me instantly. Meanwhile the brother kept calling and calling pressuring me togo to the hospital to help him commit Bob. At first I thought he was sowing concern, but then I just got the feeling that he wanted to be in total control of the situtation and of his brother. I decided to talk with the hospital on my own, and he was released after a week. He has disowned all but one of his family members. Things were back on track, so to speak, for about two weeks, then everthing picked up were it was left off. I'm lost and I'm in limbo. My life is on hold. I dont want to give up....but I do.