I’m just looking to vent, but sympathy and advice are both welcome, if you have any. (insert pitiful-looking-smiley here)
Here’s the story:
Fiance and I met 5 months ago, and have been engaged for 3. The wedding is planned for June. I know it sounds like this is happening incredibly fast, but in our religious community this sort of time frame is actually pretty normal.
Fiance wants to be a Rabbi. He’s spent the past few months in Rabbinical school. Although he agrees with the ideology and philosophy of the school, he hates the structure and curriculum of the program. He’s been miserable for a few months, and they told him that since he’s so unhappy there, he might as well not come back. (obviously this part is a little more complicated, with negotiations back and forth, but this is the final result.) Since the school was giving him a stipend, and is the only school of this denomination in the country that pays any sort of stipend, he’s pretty much screwed. Right now he has no income, no health insurance, and no way to pay rent on a lease that lasts through July.
I’m finishing up my last semester of college. I want to be a teacher.
Both of us have emotional/psychological issues. I’m clinically depressed and trying to build my life up after a bad episode last year. I have a big problem with procrastination that is deeply rooted in my depression. Obviously, this makes school challenging for me, but somehow I’m getting through. I take antidepressants and I see a therapist once or twice a week. I’m getting closer to the person I want to be, but that’s still a long way away. Fiance has undiagnosed depression and maybe anxiety. He comes from an unstable family. He’s super-sensitive and quite needy and clingy. My parents have already expressed concern that he’s not stable enough for this type of relationship. His needs have definitely impacted my ability to care for myself and my own needs. We know that we have to work on balancing these things and we’ve been trying to make an appointment with a social worker for some couples counseling. With everything that’s been happening, though, we haven’t yet had time.
Fiance himself is willing to see a therapist and even consider medication, except he has no insurance to cover it and can’t afford to pay anything out of pocket. My parents have offered to pay for him to see someone, at least for a while. I’ve tried to find him free clinics and things like that. I know as well as anyone, however, that you can’t force therapy on someone. If he’s not invested in it then there’s no point. He would do it for me, but it’s not really a priority for him right now.
Over the past week or two, our plans for the next few years have been completely destroyed. We have some viable new ideas, but nothing definite yet, since we still need to apply for jobs and graduate schools and things like that in order to make our final decision. When it comes to planning out the next few years, he needs me in his life more than I need him in mine. His options involve either relying on my income or defaulting on loans and leaving the country. I have parents that can support me for a bit, more career options, and a bigger support network in this area.
My parents are, understandably, not happy with this situation. They do like Fiance, but their primary concern is me. They see this as a bad thing for me in my life right now.
The hardest part of all this for me is that my parents are right. This isn’t doing great things for me right now. Even if I were a completely stable, happy, productive person this would be difficult, but I have plenty of my own issues to deal with. So why don’t I? Because I love the guy! And he loves me. we understand each other better than I could have imagined. We trust each other when we are most vulnerable. We’ve only known each other for 5 months and we practically have a secret language of shared references and inside jokes. Life doesn’t always happen the way we want it to. Being a grown-up is hard. That doesn’t mean I’m going to abandon him when times get rough. That’s not commitment. But nevertheless, I’m terrified that he won’t ever be able to pull it together enough to hold down any sort of job. I don’t want to live the rest of my life with him the way he is now, and I can’t predict if he will get the help he needs. I love him, but do I risk my life to be with him?