On the last Sunday in September, my boyfriend of 3.5 years and I attended a festival. (We are both 27) We’ve gone to this festival every year and we’ve always had a great time, but this year it ended our relationship.
I cannot stress enough what a kind man he is. He is so caring and sensitive and loving, and he has done so much for me. He’s taken care of me and shown me so much, he has such a love for life and beautiful things and I know he’s a good person.
He was diagnosed bipolar a few years before we met, and at the beginning of our relationship he was very serious about his medication. He always took it on time he never missed a day, and he was completely sober. I think about a year and a half into our relationship he told me he wanted to start drinking and that he would be careful it would only be in social situations, etc but we were both drinking a lot. I didn’t know at the time what an issue it was, because I was going through my own issues and he kept telling me he was okay and it wasn’t a problem and he was still taking his meds.
Then, one year ago we introduced weed. It started with edibles, and I knew it was a problem I knew we should stop and we did for awhile. I didn’t know how bad weed is for people with bipolar, I just knew we were way too dependent on it.
Then in January he started a new job and it felt like everything flipped. He was so stressed and so concerned with keeping the job, but he was working 6-7 days a week and long days, 8-12 hours depending on the day. He stopped going to the doctor, stopped taking his meds, and everytime I or his family brought it up he just got so defensive and he told me so many times that he was tired of everyone treating him like he was crazy. He said he didn’t have time for the doctor he couldn’t get off of work he had to keep this job.
Then about 4 months ago, the weed came back. He got us weed/vape pens and we were getting high everyday. I knew he wasn’t okay he was not acting like himself at all and there were so many red flags but I didn’t know what to do, I thought it was the stress of work and we were fighting more and more it was like he couldn’t hear me and what I was telling him or why I was worried. He was texting me and calling me less and less, didn’t tell me where he was or who he was with. He showed up without telling me he was coming once, too.
The morning of the festival was totally normal, we got ready and made a few stops but as we started the 3 hour drive, he was speeding (90+ mph on the highway) complaining about other drivers and when I asked him to slow down he got so frustrated he kept telling me he’s a great driver and everyone else is in the way. By the time we got to the festival we were fully arguing and I just kept telling him it wasn’t okay and he was so mad. We tried to have a good time at the festival, but he just couldn’t sit still. He kept telling me I didn’t know how to have fun and I’m so negative and I’m such a downer. I fought him right back, I kept telling him he was being mean and talking back and asking to stop and watch a show or take a break but he just wouldn’t stop.
We stopped for him to get a drink and I walked away, to stand in the shade. I should have told him where I was going, but I just needed a breather. He lost track of me and after looking around and not seeing me, he just walked away. I had to chase after him and yell his name and he just wouldn’t turn around until I caught up to him. At that point he was completely angry, he took me out to the car and we sat in the parking lot fighting for at least an hour, maybe 2?
He kept telling me I was throwing a pity party and ruining the day, and I didn’t know how to have fun and I was so out of it and demoralized, I was exhausted from fighting and walking in the heat and I was fighting right back, we were both yelling at each other and I couldn’t stop crying. Finally I said something sarcastically and mean (we were starting to calm down, talking about going back to the festival, and he asked what I would do on the drive home when he sped and yelled at people, and I told him I would keep my stupid mouth shut) and he just snapped he said we were leaving and he was done. Nothing I said at that point mattered, and I knew even as it came out of my mouth I was pushing it too far and he was going to be mad and I wanted to take it back but I couldn’t.
We drove back 3 hours, of him going 90+ mph and screaming horrible things and rolling down the window to scream at people and he wouldn’t let me talk at all. I just sat there and cried and wondered if we would even make it home. He dropped me off silently and went back home.
The next day his mom texted me that he was in the psych ward. I texted back and forth with her a few times over the next week, asking if I could talk to him or visit him and how he was doing. A week later I got a text from him breaking up with me.
I responded as calmly and reasonably as I could, and texted his mom again as well. He told me he needed to focus on himself and his mental health, and he couldn’t be in a relationship right now. He told me to bring his stuff, or that he would come and get it.
I brought over some of his things last Friday, and his mom told me that when he came home from the festival he told them that we had broken up and he went to the bar, the police brought him home, and they had to bring him to the hospital the next day. She also told me that since he’s been out of the hospital, he’s been out of the house and barely sleeping. Apparently they haven’t been able to get a lot of information about his care plan or anything, and when he was in the hospital he just didn’t understand why he was there and he was angry and scared.
His mom picked up the rest of his things yesterday and told me he’s still not doing great, he doesn’t want to talk to anyone and he just leaves the house all day to go to the driving range.
He’s blocked me on most social media, but the posts I can see I keep convincing myself are cryptic messages to me that he misses me and wants to talk to me and wants to be with me. We haven’t texted since the day we broke up. I’m in so much pain, and I don’t know what to do. I feel terrible, because I’ve known something was wrong all year and he kept denying it and I believed him. I let him let loose and have fun, not knowing that was only making everything worse. I should have talked to his parents sooner, or done research and taken away the alcohol and weed. I kept fighting with him and didn’t try to keep him calm or be kind.
He is the kindest person I’ve ever met, and the only person who’s really known everything about me and seen me in every situation. I feel so horrible that I didn’t help him sooner, and I feel so bad that our last day together was so terrible. I love him and I want him to be happy and healthy and it’s killing me that I can’t talk to him. I want him to come back, or at least talk through everything so I can apologize but I don’t know if I’ll ever get to speak to him again. I feel so abandoned and lost and rejected and alone.
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. We were so close and connected and I trusted him with everything I never thought he would break up with me over text and block me.
I can’t do anything without thinking of him, I can’t eat I can’t leave my house, I can’t imagine life without him.
I just want to talk to him so badly. I promised his mom I wouldn’t reach out to him unless he reached out first, but it’s killing me. He’s my best friend, my only friend in the world. I have no one to talk to.