TotallyDude
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Not the first time that I've mentioned it on the boards, but the person that I shared My first M/s dynamic with did check himself out a couple of years after the dynamic was over. This was after we had determined our incompatibility and I was already married to My current husband. Guilt, yes, but I had to come to terms with the fact that I was laying blame in a way that wasn't appropriate or deserved. I think just about anyone who has had a person who is or was a part of their life who commits suicide does that. The first thing that hits your head is "why didn't they come to Me?" Thanks for sharing. It is good to know the position You're coming into this question from. I guess this also may be TMI (especially from someone with fewer than 70 posts) but.... About ten years ago (God, time flies) I was a bloody wreck. I'd drunk and snorted myself out of several scholarships, I was suicidally depressed, I was angry at everyone and everything, in short I was not a joy to be around. At the time I was dating a lovely, brilliant girl who, after sticking it out as long as she could, finally had the good sense to walk out. We did what we could to make parting less bitter and painful, and to my limited credit I sucked it up and said the right things and made the right gestures, but we both knew in our hearts that there was a really good chance she was walking out to leave me dead. To my limited credit, I also let her go even though I wanted to try to hang onto her because some part of me understood that a) if I was going to get through this it was going to have to be ME getting through it, nobody else could carry me, and b) if she stuck around it was going to suck the life out of her. People who have never gone through a spell like that often write it off as attention seeking nonsense or phony baloney angst, and I'm happy for them that they don't know any better. But the fact is, when you get that far down, it's scary. It is like being trapped on a high floor in a burning building. It isn't that you think to yourself "Gosh I'm suddenly not afraid to jump" it's that you have these flames all around you and all at once you jump because it genuinely feels like there is nothing else to do. It took a lot of hard work and a lot of help to get right and get functional again. Thank God that for me it was just a depressive phase that never came back. Some people live with cycles where they go through this with some frequency and I don't know how they hang on. A few years ago this girl got in touch with me again. She was honestly surprised I was even still alive. She's had the wonderful life that she deserved and we have a kind of friendship now. She was like You, I guess, one of the people with the mental strength and emotional intelligence to be able to make a decision like that and cope with it. I do think though that a lot of people don't have that in them. There is a process, true, for dealing with situations like this. But even if a person knows that process, I think it takes a kind of strength and fortitude not everybody possesses to follow through on it.
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