SmackinIsaiah
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Yo, long time lurker for the past few weeks, haven't posted though in about five years.
Huge long story here, so
I am totally ****ing lost, feeling emotionally destroyed
Warning Long Back story:
About a month ago I left my apartment that I shared with my LTR of 2 years. We had dated 5 years ago, which is what brought me to this board, split after 6 months and were apart for 3 years (during that time wrote lots of angry music with her as a muse). We rekindled the relationship in May of 2009 and moved in together (huge mistake) March 2010.
This girl is a total HB9, incredibly beautiful, smart, hottest sex, passionate, intelligent, so fun to be around during the good times, but when it got bad she became the most passive aggressive mind ****er you will ever EVER meet, yet totally in love with her she was physically and intellectually my dream woman, the highest highs, total wife material during the white times.
I have been doing a lot of reading on this board about cluster B's and I gotta tell you, she met loads of criteria here but is so incredibly high functioning and the consummate actress. A true walking paradox
We have such a checkered passionate high and low history I could write a whole book on it, but I won't get too into that. Bottom line is this girl has major major issues. The first year we were back together it was the happiest I had ever been, even moreso than the first time we dated when we were a lot younger FYI I am 27, she is 22. Before we first started dating I realized she was a major game player, pushed and pulled til she got attention from guys and then dropped them, she tried to pull it on me but I was probably spinning 6 plates at the time and was never phased and oblivious if anything. But eventually she lured me in and we dated for 6 months before we split.
For 3 years eachother when we were apart, but the first breakup was so ****ed up (internet infidelity on my part, major personal/drug issues on hers) that we couldn't be together, although we stayed in sporadic contact as I was in an unpassionate rebound LTR and god knows what she was doing
We moved in together and had completely mapped out our lives, our wedding, kids names, dogs names everything. I was totally in love and ate it all up. I cut back on drinking, quit smoking, was dressing better, real self improvement for myself first, and then her. Things got rocky though and we started getting really tense with eachother, she hated a majority of my friends and inevitably I was always walking on eggshells as the months wore on, ANYTHING IRRITATED HER, she would go to bed at 9 to get up at 6 for work, I would stay up and work on my degree, factor in that she always has had trouble sleeping.
Bottom line is, the passion wore out, she was resenting me as I became more and more AFC and little of a challenge, and I her as I felt like my world had become isolated and started hanging out with my buddies and feeling solace in the part time broadcasting gig i was doing (which she came out to support ONCE!). The sex dried up late in the year, but I didn't press it that much as there are big underlying issues there from her past. In the span of less than a year she went from telling me that she would want to die first when we grew old in marriage so she didn't have to carry on the burden of living without me (as she said she would probably off herself if i died first)....pretty insane, now I'm questioning everything she's ever said or did.
Late february she went out with her soccer buddies, which was cool since she never ever went out, we would usually spend weekends at home sincei t was winter on opposite couches as we were both so worn out from work( I thought we just hit a dry spell - Wrong I was) I went out that night with buddies came back at 3 am, she's not home, I was like whatever, have some time to myself, so I passed out, and she got back home. We got in bed, had a nice morning. Then she tells me shes going out again tonight, thought that was weird. Went to my parents for dinner, she got a call left the room, then we headed back and there was one of her "buddies" to pick her up.
Bottom line is she didn't get back til the next day, I didn't accuse, I just acted cold as **** when she did. Played it off, then said we needed to talk the next day. Basically I asked her if she was happy, she totally delayed and basically admitted that she wasn't happy, and she doesn't feel the way she did when we were not living together, passionate and all that ****. After a long talk, she said she needed space, and I said **** it and left. (I wanted to talk about budgeting for the house we were going to buy (which she always pressed) but she brushed it off)
We had a talk a week later, where she was so cold and so completely different it blew my ****ing mind. Not even the same person at all. She said she wanted to break up, I said fine. Then we got to talking, both saying we wantd it to be like it was. That moving in was a mistake. We had two cats together, and i told her that she should leave if she feels like that, then she pulled her manipulative card and the next thing I knew I was leaving. Which I'm fine with now as I'm really gearing up to get a house and it'd be hell living there with the memories. So I left that night in a state of prolonged limbo as it seemed we were back together, still taking space, but wouldn't be living together. Dumb dumb dumb.
I no-contact her for two weeks, she texted that i had mail, and even called me (later drunkingly texted asking if i called her) but realize i need to get my **** thats still there, so i finally respond to a text. She's asking me if I've found a place (not telling her I'm getting a house as that would be a great **** you)
I went to get my stuff Monday, she knew I'd be there (but was at work) as I told her i was coming after work. Walked in, the bedroom is rearranged. Grab some clothes, and holy **** there is an UNOPENED condom on the window sill. I almost lost it. Packed up my **** and told her I'd be there later to get all the small crap that was in drawers etc. She chickened out of seeing me later on that night as she had a "late meeting" I've acted totally cold to her since but haven't mentioned the condom. Keep in mind this girl has a long long history of pulling **** tests like this (posing as friends on msn, push/pull tactics, and other delusionary ****). My closest friends that distrusted her from the start say it was probably a **** test to see if she could get a reaction out of me, which so far I haven't succumbed to. I mean a ****ing condom! is she sick? I dont ****ing deserve this.
I told her I wanted the rent, insurance papers etc. very cold but sternly. She said okay, and that she had packed up the rest of my stuff. She said "I hate this". But isn't that what she wanted. For all I know all signs point to her banging a guy, but she would never tell me that. She knows I'd close that door forever, which I should be doing anyways.
Bottomline is, I can't get anything done. I can't focus on classes which I'm so far behind on, two papers due tomorrow, one is super late. I feel completely ****ing alone, just in this long twisted PTSD depression. I feel worse than I did 5 years ago, and that story was straight out of Traffic. I even started seeing the shrink i was seeing after the first breakup.
I've been such a prick to so many girls over the years, spinning plates you name it, but with her it was different. I have never had anyone in my life have such a grip on my state.
All I can think of is that house, a possible new job, and starting a new life. But **** this is so hard. I'm at work late cause i don't even want to go home (living at my bros)
Sorry for the winded post. Been contemplating posting for awhile, I had to get it out.
Huge long story here, so
I am totally ****ing lost, feeling emotionally destroyed
Warning Long Back story:
About a month ago I left my apartment that I shared with my LTR of 2 years. We had dated 5 years ago, which is what brought me to this board, split after 6 months and were apart for 3 years (during that time wrote lots of angry music with her as a muse). We rekindled the relationship in May of 2009 and moved in together (huge mistake) March 2010.
This girl is a total HB9, incredibly beautiful, smart, hottest sex, passionate, intelligent, so fun to be around during the good times, but when it got bad she became the most passive aggressive mind ****er you will ever EVER meet, yet totally in love with her she was physically and intellectually my dream woman, the highest highs, total wife material during the white times.
I have been doing a lot of reading on this board about cluster B's and I gotta tell you, she met loads of criteria here but is so incredibly high functioning and the consummate actress. A true walking paradox
We have such a checkered passionate high and low history I could write a whole book on it, but I won't get too into that. Bottom line is this girl has major major issues. The first year we were back together it was the happiest I had ever been, even moreso than the first time we dated when we were a lot younger FYI I am 27, she is 22. Before we first started dating I realized she was a major game player, pushed and pulled til she got attention from guys and then dropped them, she tried to pull it on me but I was probably spinning 6 plates at the time and was never phased and oblivious if anything. But eventually she lured me in and we dated for 6 months before we split.
For 3 years eachother when we were apart, but the first breakup was so ****ed up (internet infidelity on my part, major personal/drug issues on hers) that we couldn't be together, although we stayed in sporadic contact as I was in an unpassionate rebound LTR and god knows what she was doing
We moved in together and had completely mapped out our lives, our wedding, kids names, dogs names everything. I was totally in love and ate it all up. I cut back on drinking, quit smoking, was dressing better, real self improvement for myself first, and then her. Things got rocky though and we started getting really tense with eachother, she hated a majority of my friends and inevitably I was always walking on eggshells as the months wore on, ANYTHING IRRITATED HER, she would go to bed at 9 to get up at 6 for work, I would stay up and work on my degree, factor in that she always has had trouble sleeping.
Bottom line is, the passion wore out, she was resenting me as I became more and more AFC and little of a challenge, and I her as I felt like my world had become isolated and started hanging out with my buddies and feeling solace in the part time broadcasting gig i was doing (which she came out to support ONCE!). The sex dried up late in the year, but I didn't press it that much as there are big underlying issues there from her past. In the span of less than a year she went from telling me that she would want to die first when we grew old in marriage so she didn't have to carry on the burden of living without me (as she said she would probably off herself if i died first)....pretty insane, now I'm questioning everything she's ever said or did.
Late february she went out with her soccer buddies, which was cool since she never ever went out, we would usually spend weekends at home sincei t was winter on opposite couches as we were both so worn out from work( I thought we just hit a dry spell - Wrong I was) I went out that night with buddies came back at 3 am, she's not home, I was like whatever, have some time to myself, so I passed out, and she got back home. We got in bed, had a nice morning. Then she tells me shes going out again tonight, thought that was weird. Went to my parents for dinner, she got a call left the room, then we headed back and there was one of her "buddies" to pick her up.
Bottom line is she didn't get back til the next day, I didn't accuse, I just acted cold as **** when she did. Played it off, then said we needed to talk the next day. Basically I asked her if she was happy, she totally delayed and basically admitted that she wasn't happy, and she doesn't feel the way she did when we were not living together, passionate and all that ****. After a long talk, she said she needed space, and I said **** it and left. (I wanted to talk about budgeting for the house we were going to buy (which she always pressed) but she brushed it off)
We had a talk a week later, where she was so cold and so completely different it blew my ****ing mind. Not even the same person at all. She said she wanted to break up, I said fine. Then we got to talking, both saying we wantd it to be like it was. That moving in was a mistake. We had two cats together, and i told her that she should leave if she feels like that, then she pulled her manipulative card and the next thing I knew I was leaving. Which I'm fine with now as I'm really gearing up to get a house and it'd be hell living there with the memories. So I left that night in a state of prolonged limbo as it seemed we were back together, still taking space, but wouldn't be living together. Dumb dumb dumb.
I no-contact her for two weeks, she texted that i had mail, and even called me (later drunkingly texted asking if i called her) but realize i need to get my **** thats still there, so i finally respond to a text. She's asking me if I've found a place (not telling her I'm getting a house as that would be a great **** you)
I went to get my stuff Monday, she knew I'd be there (but was at work) as I told her i was coming after work. Walked in, the bedroom is rearranged. Grab some clothes, and holy **** there is an UNOPENED condom on the window sill. I almost lost it. Packed up my **** and told her I'd be there later to get all the small crap that was in drawers etc. She chickened out of seeing me later on that night as she had a "late meeting" I've acted totally cold to her since but haven't mentioned the condom. Keep in mind this girl has a long long history of pulling **** tests like this (posing as friends on msn, push/pull tactics, and other delusionary ****). My closest friends that distrusted her from the start say it was probably a **** test to see if she could get a reaction out of me, which so far I haven't succumbed to. I mean a ****ing condom! is she sick? I dont ****ing deserve this.
I told her I wanted the rent, insurance papers etc. very cold but sternly. She said okay, and that she had packed up the rest of my stuff. She said "I hate this". But isn't that what she wanted. For all I know all signs point to her banging a guy, but she would never tell me that. She knows I'd close that door forever, which I should be doing anyways.
Bottomline is, I can't get anything done. I can't focus on classes which I'm so far behind on, two papers due tomorrow, one is super late. I feel completely ****ing alone, just in this long twisted PTSD depression. I feel worse than I did 5 years ago, and that story was straight out of Traffic. I even started seeing the shrink i was seeing after the first breakup.
I've been such a prick to so many girls over the years, spinning plates you name it, but with her it was different. I have never had anyone in my life have such a grip on my state.
All I can think of is that house, a possible new job, and starting a new life. But **** this is so hard. I'm at work late cause i don't even want to go home (living at my bros)
Sorry for the winded post. Been contemplating posting for awhile, I had to get it out.
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