As the title says, I've broken up with my girlfriend and wanted to talk about it, vent a bit I guess and here some of you opinions.
Emma and I have been together for around 4-5 years. We met through the mental health services as patients. She suffers from Bi-polar, I suffer from Aspergers. As I'm sure you can imagine two people with mental disorders can have a pretty disfunctional relationship. On my part I can be aloof, unsympathetic and preoccupied with introspection and this can make me seem emotionally cold. My friends and family know this about me and accept it as part of who I am. They can tell my mood and thoughts by my subtler mannerisms and understand that while I might not be the best person to offer a shoulder to cry on, it's through the restrictions my condition brings rather than a lack of concern. Only people who don't know me well can't see beyond this mask. Emma sadly is included in the latter, though for reasons other than a lack of familiarity.
Emma's Bi-polar can be a nightmare to deal with. When she's low she can mope about, blame the world for her problems, seeking sympathy with one hand while giving the finger with the other. I, being her partner tend to be the focus of both. It's not uncommon for her to phone me upwards of twenty times a day sometimes just to say 'nothing' on the phone. She's looking for attention. Want's me to go around to her house and look after her. Drop whatever I'm doing and just run to her. These call can come in the middle of the night; while I'm with a friend; any time you could imagine. Sometimes I abide, sometimes it's impossible, sometimes it's to much for me and I find that I'm not equiped to help. If I can't go to her the situation gets worse and she'll become "ill".
Over the few years Emma has been admited into hospital more times than most people will go in their whole lifetime. Each and evertime she's either made a miraculus recovery or it turns out that cancerous lump or heart condition she was having checked out turned out to be something minor. They have a name for this: Munchausen's. Now I'm being asked to go to hospital to look after her. Sometimes I go, but most of the time I don't. Partly because I don't want to re-enforce this kind of behaviour, but mostly because I don't like being manipulated.
And that's why we've broken up. She's the one who called it off. Says that I'm selfish, that I don't care. Says she's moving back to her home town to be with her parents who can give her the support and sympathy that I don't. I find that really hypocritical. She accuses me of being selfish while she does nothing but make demands of me. She expects me to understand and forgive her condition while giving no thought to my own. Maybe she would have a leg to stand on here if it were true, but it's not. I am understanding, just not fully equiped to handle it. It wasn't long ago that I made a massive sacrifice of my dignity and personal liberty for her. She was going through the a "high" and had gotten herself into trouble with the wrong crowd. She'd even been sleeping with one of them, some crackhead thug. I came to the rescue, got her out of there, gave her a place to stay while things blew over and did my best to forgive her for what she'd done, knowing that she's not fully in control of herself while she's on a high. Perhaps I was wrong to do so, but it felt like the right thing to do at the time.
Well that's the situation. Sorry for making you read my fucked up life.
Emma and I have been together for around 4-5 years. We met through the mental health services as patients. She suffers from Bi-polar, I suffer from Aspergers. As I'm sure you can imagine two people with mental disorders can have a pretty disfunctional relationship. On my part I can be aloof, unsympathetic and preoccupied with introspection and this can make me seem emotionally cold. My friends and family know this about me and accept it as part of who I am. They can tell my mood and thoughts by my subtler mannerisms and understand that while I might not be the best person to offer a shoulder to cry on, it's through the restrictions my condition brings rather than a lack of concern. Only people who don't know me well can't see beyond this mask. Emma sadly is included in the latter, though for reasons other than a lack of familiarity.
Emma's Bi-polar can be a nightmare to deal with. When she's low she can mope about, blame the world for her problems, seeking sympathy with one hand while giving the finger with the other. I, being her partner tend to be the focus of both. It's not uncommon for her to phone me upwards of twenty times a day sometimes just to say 'nothing' on the phone. She's looking for attention. Want's me to go around to her house and look after her. Drop whatever I'm doing and just run to her. These call can come in the middle of the night; while I'm with a friend; any time you could imagine. Sometimes I abide, sometimes it's impossible, sometimes it's to much for me and I find that I'm not equiped to help. If I can't go to her the situation gets worse and she'll become "ill".
Over the few years Emma has been admited into hospital more times than most people will go in their whole lifetime. Each and evertime she's either made a miraculus recovery or it turns out that cancerous lump or heart condition she was having checked out turned out to be something minor. They have a name for this: Munchausen's. Now I'm being asked to go to hospital to look after her. Sometimes I go, but most of the time I don't. Partly because I don't want to re-enforce this kind of behaviour, but mostly because I don't like being manipulated.
And that's why we've broken up. She's the one who called it off. Says that I'm selfish, that I don't care. Says she's moving back to her home town to be with her parents who can give her the support and sympathy that I don't. I find that really hypocritical. She accuses me of being selfish while she does nothing but make demands of me. She expects me to understand and forgive her condition while giving no thought to my own. Maybe she would have a leg to stand on here if it were true, but it's not. I am understanding, just not fully equiped to handle it. It wasn't long ago that I made a massive sacrifice of my dignity and personal liberty for her. She was going through the a "high" and had gotten herself into trouble with the wrong crowd. She'd even been sleeping with one of them, some crackhead thug. I came to the rescue, got her out of there, gave her a place to stay while things blew over and did my best to forgive her for what she'd done, knowing that she's not fully in control of herself while she's on a high. Perhaps I was wrong to do so, but it felt like the right thing to do at the time.
Well that's the situation. Sorry for making you read my fucked up life.