She called me yesterday looking for my help.
I didn’t even hesitate… should I have?
Should I do more? Like tell her her family where she’s at now?
Is she playing me?
I need feedback from you, although I know that without knowing the individuals thoroughly this may be impossible. I consider myself to be fairly objective at disclosing facts… and disclosure is difficult.
A quick history of the relationship can be viewed here. Irene was my third love and the breakup we went through nearly 3 months ago actually brought me (somehow) to this site.
Break from digression below
I was thoroughly heads over heels in love with this woman, although the entire 4+ years of the relationship she never trusted me… I just kept hoping that she would and we could come full circle.
More disclosure: within a year of us being together, she had a mental break down. Hey, I figured everyone’s entitled, after all, I nearly had one myself a couple of times during my lifetime.
On the advice of her physician she was admitted to a mental health facility and stayed there for 2 weeks.
It was hard admitting to everyone I knew that my lover was in the nut house, but I did it. I did not hide it and I supported her the whole way.
Anyways, now, 3 years later, after nearly 3 months apart, living our own lives, (well surviving and adjusting is more like it, from my end) she calls me up early this Saturday a.m. to let me know that she’s in a “safe place now” and if I could help her.
She’d like me to go to pick up her keys from the facility she checked herself into the night before and pick up her keys to go to her new home and pick up her meds and clothes for her indefinite stay at the center.
I said I would because I still love her… I even called her “honey”, it just slipped out.
At the facility (I saw her for a couple of minutes while the nurse went into the storage area to get her personal effects: keys) she acted as though she was all drugged up, staggering and “out of it”.... which really didn’t make sense. Later on when I thought about it… she said that the center wasn’t given her drugs, which was why I needed to pick up her Risperdol and thyroid meds for her. (that’s probably my answer, I guess)
I’ll admit that while I was picking up her stuff I snooped around a bit and I found receipts for a concert the night before and a cruise trip for next January in Key West… (more disclosure) I feel bad that I snooped, but I just couldn’t help myself. And yeah I felt awful, she planning a pleasure trip and I’m just trying to stay afloat. (I’m also planning a trip home with a couple of friends that we had planned before Irene and I broke up)
But what’s got me wondering is WHY did she call ME?
I’m still in love with her but I can’t live that way again.
I know this is probably not enough information to enable anyone to give out informed comments, but can you anyways?
Please, please, please?
The digression started here
Although a very quiet and reserved person by nature, I have chosen to be open here on 43things and much to my amazement this has been therapeutic… go figure!
I guess this whole thing has made me realize that I am in control of my life and that I and I alone decide my destiny. This is a HUGE step for me because I used to live my life by what I THOUGHT others thought. It was nice to learn that I wasn’t the only one doing this.
Anyways I digress. I’m inserting my actual question way up above, before this rambling, because I do actually want lots of responses… hopefully I’ll get them.