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That title might sound kind of humorous, but I'm about to get serious here really quick. So if you aren't feeling very good today you might want to exit until you are feeling better.
When I was 10, the only person in the world that I loved beat the hell out of me...for fighting with another kid, paradoxically. We're not talking about a swat on the butt here. We're talking the kind of stuff that they'll take away your kid for. After the beating, I laid in bed and felt like death. I felt all alone in the world. No one loved me. I started fantasizing about running away. I was profoundly depressed and deeply wounded. Then she came into the room and tried to make it better by bringing me my favorite treat. She tried to explain to me why she did what she did and why what I did was wrong. That was the beginning of a co-dependent relationship that has lasted 27 years.
I bought into it. What was I going to do? But I was already broken beyond repair. I pretended to be the loving son, and I believed my own act.
I've been hospitalized three times- at 23, 29, and 30. All for being suicidal. I'm 37 now. But today I thought for a little while that it was going to be my fourth time. I felt exactly the way I did before those three hospitalizations and after that terrible event when I was 10. Except I was also hearing voices before the hospitalizations. Today I was just depressed to the point of near immobility. Then something clicked. I'll be alright if I put some distance between me and her, I think. It's going to cause some drama, but so be it.
I've had my house for sale for a little while now. I live 4 miles away from her. I didn't have any plans on going very far. I just need more room. But I work 30 miles up the road, and now I think that's where I'm going to move.
Forgive me if that all sounds childish. I guess there's a part of me that's still 10 that's writing this. She called me this morning and told me about a house that she saw that was for sale. It was 2 blocks away from her. I felt like puking.
This appears to be what is at the root of my illness. I don't know how I'm going to be able to be in the same room with her. That's the way I really feel and what I really felt, but denied, all along.
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