TL;DR I called the police, even though it was really hard. I don’t know if I even did the right thing. I still feel sick about the whole thing.
Long version:
My ex broke up with me a month ago. It’s a long story, but it came down to the fact that she wanted to make out with some 44 year old (she’s 22 I’m 23) she met at the Goodwill Job Center. She kept telling me, as she was breaking up with me, that she loved me and she has no self control and she’s sorry. She explicitly said the guy didn’t even like her that much, she didn’t like him and was just getting an urge, and that he was probably just going through a midlife crisis. Recipe for success right?
Well, predictably he dumped her after a week and a half, and she started regretting breaking up with me (I was her longest relationship at 2.5 years). I went to a wedding reception today and dropped some of her stuff off at her home on the way back (she lives an hour or so away from me and the wedding was on the way). She was crying and trying to get me to take her back to my apartment “just for tonight” (riiight). I just kept saying “sorry, no”. It really broke my heart, I still kind of love her, but I just refuse to get into a yo-yo relationship. I kept stoic and saying no.
Then it happened, she said that tomorrow is 44YO Guy’s birthday and she was planning on killing herself as a symbolic gesture and that if I didn’t take her down she was going to kill herself. I kept strong, and didn’t give into it. I know textbook emotional manipulation when I see it, it made me sick, but I kept strong. I eventually had to cut off the conversation and go down to my car. She called me again and we went through the same goddamned cycle for 30 minutes.
I kept telling her “I’m sorry, I have to call the police. You can’t come with me. I can’t do this.” Eventually I got her to agree, I wouldn’t call the police, but I’d call her back when I got home. She told me show knows how to get rid of the police (she did a suicide threat with her last two boyfriends, and both times she got the cops to go away without being taken in, but her BFs got back together with her for it. She also tried jumping out of my car twice when I tried to break up with her this summer). She pointed out that if she was in a psych ward she wouldn’t be able to work and wouldn’t be able to attend nursing classes, and I really didn’t want to ruin her future (even though she didn’t like her job OR school at all).
On the way home I called my mom, we had a ton of ideas. I was thinking of calling her mom, but didn’t have her phone number. And so on. Eventually we agreed on calling her old roommate (mutual friends), she called her. My ex said she wouldn’t talk to anyone but me. It was our agreement that she was probably bluffing, but me, roommate, and roommate’s boyfriend agreed to call the police just in case. We agreed that if she was going to do it she needed help, and if she was bluffing, she needed help regardless.
I realized that if I called her back when I got home we’d just go in circles for 3 hours and the phone call would end the same way it started, with me not sure if she was actually going to do it. So I called my mom, and we agreed to call the police as well. So I called the police, told them everything, including what she told me she’d say to get the police to go away. She was calling me every 10 minutes after I got home, now she stopped, so either she did it, gave up, or is in custody.
I feel really bad, I broke the last promise I ever made to her, that I wouldn’t call the cops. But I really can’t deal with it, and I really want her to get better, and I simply can’t help her myself, and I can’t let myself get manipulated.
I don’t hate her, I really don’t. I just feel really bad for her, Like I said, I just made the decision right when she broke up with me that I refuse to be in a yo-yo relationship, especially an emotionally manipulative one. But right now I’m exhausted, feel sick, and full of adrenaline. I’m also completely fucking terrified. I think I did the right thing, but I don’t know. Right now I’m so worried that they didn’t take her in and she’s laying there dead right now and I’m going to get a call tomorrow or Monday telling me. I don’t know, did I even do the right thing? What a fucking great graduation weekend.