I met this lovely woman from out of town a few months ago and fell for her hard. We seen each other a couple of times, things were going great. She has bipolar depression and I let her take me through a rollercoaster ride, I let her tell me to leave her and every day it seemed I was her entertainment while she was at work. I still love this woman, but it seems like she doesn’t love me back. I cared so much about her that I changed my perspective on life on a lot of things. I still love her but, she like other woman who have abused me in the past have one thing in common: They don’t care about me when my medical problems become out of control. I was the nice guy who was helpful when she was in a depression which was cool kinda.
I was told late last night during a suicidal episode that I should just go away and leave her alone, instead of trying to calm me. She told me that she felt as if I should leave her. She had had similar episodes with her bipolar depression in the past and thought it would be okay to have her talk me through it. Okay right? Wrong, she blocked me via texts and told me that she didn’t know if she loved me no more. She saw a scary person in those texts. I really cared a lot about this woman, enough to commit to her weeks ago but, guess what? In the end, she only cared about one person, herself. She only cared about me when she was at work and bored. She only cared when she was suicidal or had nothing to do. I still love her kinda.
In the end there is nothing I can do but move on