Hello everyone, I am out of ideas and frankly I’m hollow inside now. My boyfriend and I had been together for two years (weekends only due to the two hour distance we live) and after we went on our last long weekend trip…which was perfect, fun, romantic, just wonderful…he stopped contact 100%.
Quick background notes needing mentioning… We were together about 9 months when my Dad became ill and eventually passed away on their 54th anniversary. Although I have 3 older siblings, the care taking of Mom and helping her through this time fell onto me. I have been blessed with wonderful loving parents and would do anything for them. Well, the next year was super difficult. Mom was in a bad way, depresson took over, illness soon followed causing many hospital stays, all of which I needed to be by her side. Their friends had all passed away years ago, the neighbors wete always changing and just not friendly like years ago.
It seemed my only happy moments those days were when I was with my boyfriend and his kids. Although grown, the time with them still bring a smile to me. They had become my family and my ‘happy place’ and I looked forward to the rare weekend spent with them. …now, the time away from them is mainly filled with stress, tense emontions…when my then boyfriend did talk on the phone I would lash out. Snap at him, road rage while he was talking, then if his cell (or mine) would drop the call I would have a fit. The poor guy endured this for over a year before he walked away shutting all contact off with and his family. The thing is I never even realized I was doing it until I broke down and just cried at work. They had a grief councler talk to me and a month later I am in such a better place. My lashing out at him was how I vented all that was dumped into my lap. I never even had a chance to truely grieve my Dad until I lost my happy place. He was married for 20 years to a very unhappy emotionaly unstable woman who walked away from him and the three kids never looking back or wanting to see any of them. He became Dad, Mom, cook, maid, etc., all while having his own business. He’s an amazing person, warm, strong…and when you sum up the million little things, he is everything to me and I wish he and the kids were still in my life.
I have written in pen, a letter to him and mailed it 8 weeks ago. No reply. About a week later I sent a email…“Hi” was the only word. No reply. Two weeks after I sent a text asking how he and the kids were. No reply. All the books I read on the subject state Do Not Push or you will push him away. But after two months I called and again quickly explained via voice mail, where I wish the past year could be changed and that I am human. Overnight my life was turned upside down. I asked him if we were together the entire two years before he died maybe he would have known me better and realized I was dalling apart inside and just maybe he would have wrapped his arms around me so tight so no matter how I struggled he would kept telling me that we are going to figure it out. We are going to get through this. But he didn’t and here we are…apart. So I ended the voice mail saying I would like to drive up early before the kids wake to grab my things. Again no reply, and as sad as it was I drove up there and he wasn’t even home. Maybe he left extra early so he didn’t have to see me, but he didn’t even put my things outside for me to get. Yes, I called him and said…again via voice mail, that I am here just to pick my things up so we can both move on like he is proving he has. I don’t have many things which is why to me it is important to have these back. A point that I guess he made sure I would notice is a blanket I made for his 16 yr old who used it all the time, happens to be in the garage as the dog blanket. Ouch!
Soooo everyone out there. That is my story. How do I not only move forward and get my things back, but is it possible to get my entire extended family back?? My heart is crushed, twisted, beaten beyond repair.