MrsevenTseven
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- Sep 7, 2024
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Hi guys. I'm not too sure why I'm writing this.
I thought about messaging my son's mom. We aren't together anymore. But, I think maybe she would care.
I've come to terms with a lot of things lately and I've been planning this for a really long time.
On the 21st of this month. I'm going to head out on foot into the woods as far north of my city as I can walk. I have about 3 months worth of benzodiapines I've stored away and I'm going to get a bottle of whiskey tomorrow.
I hope I don't sound insane. I know there's no way any of this is going to matter to anybody. But it gives me a lot of comfort to be able to write this all out. I've planned it all for such a long time. I'll be turning 29 on the 21st of this month.
I'm gonna head out early in the morning around 4 am.
Once I find a peaceful place. I'm going to sit down and use my little camping stove to cook some food. I'm going to put on and episode of star trek voyager on my phone. and I'm going to eat a meal. After I eat and watch some star trek ( it's such comforting show for me) I'm going to start drinking for a while. Once I finish all of my whiskey and smoke some weed. I'm going to take all of the benzos I've been storing for these months. Then I'm going to lay down and play some of my son's favorite music that we used to listen to together..
It took such a long time for me to reach this point. I've spent a lot of years being angry and anxious and really depressed.
But these last few years. It's like I'm not human being. Sleeping less than 2 hours a night and panicking and crying anytime I'm alone. I love my son and I really do love my son's mom.. I've said so many things I regret to her. So many things I can never take back. I'm furious at her for destroying my family. But I worry about her so damn much.. She left about 2 years ago. I know she didn't want to watch me hurt my mind and hurt my spirit and body so much anymore.. Our relationship was filled with horrible emotional problems and it was just because we couldnt grow as people.
There are so many bad memories
I still remember, when she came out the bathroom after cutting her arm. We hadn't been fighting. We were watching chopped together on food network and she went to the bathroom. She came out covered in blood. Dripping down her fingers. My son was asleep in his crib.
I was so fucking scared. I was 19 years old. I ran to her... I ran to the bathroom and saw the shower drain clogged and blood all over the bathroom. I thought she was gonna die. I kept saying we need to call an ambulance.
Then I remember being hit in the face with her bloody hands over and over again. I remember being told my son wasnt really mine and that I Should be the one killing myself. I was a worthless piece of shit and I needed to die
We had already been together for close to year and I really did love her. We argued a lot but I was really codependent on her and all that mattered to me was what she thought about me.
We stayed together and things never got better... now I was angry and bitter and completely terrified every second of every single day.... Her family saw her kick my ass and they me just let her do it more than once. They knew. They called social services on me. They said that I hit my son's mom. I have never hit her in almost 10 years of knowing her.
We were investigated and cleared and the fights never got any better.... I refused to hit her but i was so angry and bitter all the time by this point. My son was around while all of this things were happening and I couldn't understand how she could do any of these things. I never got a chance to forgive her. Every time I did. She's break more things or throw more things at me or kick my ass more... her and her family would threaten to kick my ass. Years of social service threats and calls, being tackled into walls. Knives pulled on me.
Years of going into the bathroom and locking the door to sleep at night. Years of waking up in terror and going to hide somewhere to cry. Every single day for years.
She talked to other men and did anything she wanted. She tried to ask men if my son could sleep in there car. She would take him out at 3 and 4 in the morning and he just an infant. She would angry and grab my son in only his diaper and walk off saying If I don't want to be with her that he's leaving too.
Having carseats thrown at us, cell phones, food, having all my clothes torn to shreds. , knives thrown at me..... I loved her so much. I just couldn't fucking understand. And I was started to get so bitter. I loved her so much and I was so angry at her all the time for how she treated and I felt so guilty and feel so guilty still about how much anger I have in my her for this woman i loved so fucking much.....
I tried to defend myself from her physically 1 time in all those years..... she was hitting me in the face over and over and over again with a literal bag of potatoes telling me i was fat piece of shit again telling me to kill myself again telling me horrible things. NEVER have laid a hand on my son's mom but this time for the first and absolute ONLY time I tried to push her away.... she screamed at the top her lungs and told the neighbor and police I was trying to beat her up and throw her though the wall...... I ended up being arrested. Social services came into the picture and my son was taken away from us for a few months amd then social services stuck around over a year.
I watched the woman I loved and adored and was absolutely terrified of. Lie about me to social services for over a year
And I helped her do it. I didn't. Want her to get in any trouble. I didn't want her to lose our son.... I loved her so much... I thought I deserved all of the panic attacks and being hit and blackmail. I thought I deserved it. And I spent years. Putting her and her actions before everything. Even my son.
I'm such a worthless coward. I put protecting her over leaving with my son. I'm such a stupid piece of shit... I gave up on my son's life and future for her I was so afraid what her and her family would do if I left with my son.
More years more fighting, thousands of dollars in property damage. More social service interventions.
I tried to ask them this time and they said I need to keep my hands in my pockets and let her hit me..
I eventually took my son and left her... I'm just a crazy and stupid piece of garbage because after a few months we were back together..... my best friend had just died and I needed her so badly. She would tell me how bad it was that he died and not me. How much worthless I was..
Nights when she would stick things up my ass and tell me that I liked it and wanted her to do it because I was too scared to stop her anymore. Then get angry and tell the neighbor I'm a faggot and about the things I was told I asked for and liked.
She said she had time to figure out that I was who she really needed.
More years more fights more damage. Now I'm bitter and I'm yelling when these things happen and I'm always angry and feel guilty for being so upset with her... I start to say awful amd mean things to her when we fight and when she hits me and sticks things in my body...
And then she stops doing it
Then we broke up again and I was devastated but at being left alone Everything I was belonged to her. If she said I was worthless then. I was worthless if she wanted me to kill myself. at least needed to try.
I had my son with for 7 months but i had started drinking. I couldn't make the anxiety stop... I was terrified to sleep anymore because i would wake up screaming and crying and terrified
I stopped sleeping altogether and the worse my anxiety got the more I drank....
I had been walking to school with my son for months at this point and all the sudden I could go outside anymore. I thought someone was going to hurt me if it left the house
What if I leave the house and someone sees that I'm worthless and useless like she did? What if they hurt me too? What if she's right. Then if I go out the other people see it too right? Everybody can tell I'm worthless and have no value as person if she thought so all that time.
I know I deserve all of this. It's the only thing that can make sense anymore. I don't understand....
If I slept at all I'd wake up screaming and it would wake him too. If I tried to school with him. I couldn't make it anymore and every day I made it less and less.
We stopped laughing and playing and listening to music and dancing and building toys and playing Pokémon and walking together we stopped learning new things together and having fun. No more being silly and making each other smile... we were so damn close... I changed his first diaper and raised him. I did everything with him. I was his primary care taker. I was his dad I was his person. And no matter what his mom did or said to me
I loved him and he needed me and he loved me and
He lost his dad and got a worthless coward with nothing to offer anybody.... he got a piece of disgusting garbage that couldn't walk with him to school anymore. He got a cowardly pig that couldn't go outside anymore. That cried all day long... he go an empty shell of a human being that jumps when my phone vibrates I'm so timid and broken....
My drinking got worse and my anxiety skyrocketed. I couldn't take care of my son anymore on my own and there was nobody to help me. There wasn't anybody..
I freaked out around my son while I was drunk.
They said I could send him back to mom and keep my rights and custody or thay he would have to be in foster care for a while while i Tried to fix myself again....
I sent him to his mom
One of the last things he said to me before he left. It was around 3 in morning and I had been crying again and I must've woken him up.... he came over to me and hugged me so tight and smiled at me and he said "don't worry and be sad dady, you did a good job"
Then the next morning he was gone. I was too fucked up in my head to even tell him goodbye...
My poor son... my little guy spent all that time afraid I was going to die. He thought he had to TAKE CARE OF ME. He told he teacher at school he was having bad dreams that his Dad was crying and hurting himself. He told her he thought i was going to die while he at school in wasn't there..
All the flashbacks and panic attacks and crying and forgetting where I am. Amd my poor son was there watching it. Thinking it was his job to take care of me and he was only 7 years old...
After he went back to his mom... everything got 100 times worse....
I forget my name all the time and my son's moms name. I forget where I am constantly then freak out becaue of how scary it can be... I've been tormenting myself and I can't take it anymore....
Why do I love her still? Why couldn't I be a good dad? Why I did myself being a pathetic excuse for a person worry my son so much
The hardest thing is when I forget that he's left. There are so many days. I just don't even remember that he's been gone and with him mom for over a year.
There are morning after morning I wake up amd walking around the house looking for his backpack trying to hit things ready for school that just aren't there. I forgot thay my son isn't here anymore. I walk around looking for his back pack thinking what a shitty dad I am for making him late.
Some days I snap out of it pretty quickly and other days it's taken hours or almost the entire day...
I love my son's mom with all my heart. Even though she left 2 years ago. And I probably sound like a total crazy person.
I hope one day she can forgive me for what I'm about to do.... and I hope she can forgive herself and have a normal life... I wish with all my heart she is protected and that she doesn't Blane herself.
I'm sorry if my post is too long or stopped Making sense ...
I really could use some encouraging words or anything... I'm sorry if I wasted your guy's time.
I hope my son knows I love him more than life and and forgives me one day for this
I'm sorry again everybody. I typed too much
I thought about messaging my son's mom. We aren't together anymore. But, I think maybe she would care.
I've come to terms with a lot of things lately and I've been planning this for a really long time.
On the 21st of this month. I'm going to head out on foot into the woods as far north of my city as I can walk. I have about 3 months worth of benzodiapines I've stored away and I'm going to get a bottle of whiskey tomorrow.
I hope I don't sound insane. I know there's no way any of this is going to matter to anybody. But it gives me a lot of comfort to be able to write this all out. I've planned it all for such a long time. I'll be turning 29 on the 21st of this month.
I'm gonna head out early in the morning around 4 am.
Once I find a peaceful place. I'm going to sit down and use my little camping stove to cook some food. I'm going to put on and episode of star trek voyager on my phone. and I'm going to eat a meal. After I eat and watch some star trek ( it's such comforting show for me) I'm going to start drinking for a while. Once I finish all of my whiskey and smoke some weed. I'm going to take all of the benzos I've been storing for these months. Then I'm going to lay down and play some of my son's favorite music that we used to listen to together..
It took such a long time for me to reach this point. I've spent a lot of years being angry and anxious and really depressed.
But these last few years. It's like I'm not human being. Sleeping less than 2 hours a night and panicking and crying anytime I'm alone. I love my son and I really do love my son's mom.. I've said so many things I regret to her. So many things I can never take back. I'm furious at her for destroying my family. But I worry about her so damn much.. She left about 2 years ago. I know she didn't want to watch me hurt my mind and hurt my spirit and body so much anymore.. Our relationship was filled with horrible emotional problems and it was just because we couldnt grow as people.
There are so many bad memories
I still remember, when she came out the bathroom after cutting her arm. We hadn't been fighting. We were watching chopped together on food network and she went to the bathroom. She came out covered in blood. Dripping down her fingers. My son was asleep in his crib.
I was so fucking scared. I was 19 years old. I ran to her... I ran to the bathroom and saw the shower drain clogged and blood all over the bathroom. I thought she was gonna die. I kept saying we need to call an ambulance.
Then I remember being hit in the face with her bloody hands over and over again. I remember being told my son wasnt really mine and that I Should be the one killing myself. I was a worthless piece of shit and I needed to die
We had already been together for close to year and I really did love her. We argued a lot but I was really codependent on her and all that mattered to me was what she thought about me.
We stayed together and things never got better... now I was angry and bitter and completely terrified every second of every single day.... Her family saw her kick my ass and they me just let her do it more than once. They knew. They called social services on me. They said that I hit my son's mom. I have never hit her in almost 10 years of knowing her.
We were investigated and cleared and the fights never got any better.... I refused to hit her but i was so angry and bitter all the time by this point. My son was around while all of this things were happening and I couldn't understand how she could do any of these things. I never got a chance to forgive her. Every time I did. She's break more things or throw more things at me or kick my ass more... her and her family would threaten to kick my ass. Years of social service threats and calls, being tackled into walls. Knives pulled on me.
Years of going into the bathroom and locking the door to sleep at night. Years of waking up in terror and going to hide somewhere to cry. Every single day for years.
She talked to other men and did anything she wanted. She tried to ask men if my son could sleep in there car. She would take him out at 3 and 4 in the morning and he just an infant. She would angry and grab my son in only his diaper and walk off saying If I don't want to be with her that he's leaving too.
Having carseats thrown at us, cell phones, food, having all my clothes torn to shreds. , knives thrown at me..... I loved her so much. I just couldn't fucking understand. And I was started to get so bitter. I loved her so much and I was so angry at her all the time for how she treated and I felt so guilty and feel so guilty still about how much anger I have in my her for this woman i loved so fucking much.....
I tried to defend myself from her physically 1 time in all those years..... she was hitting me in the face over and over and over again with a literal bag of potatoes telling me i was fat piece of shit again telling me to kill myself again telling me horrible things. NEVER have laid a hand on my son's mom but this time for the first and absolute ONLY time I tried to push her away.... she screamed at the top her lungs and told the neighbor and police I was trying to beat her up and throw her though the wall...... I ended up being arrested. Social services came into the picture and my son was taken away from us for a few months amd then social services stuck around over a year.
I watched the woman I loved and adored and was absolutely terrified of. Lie about me to social services for over a year
And I helped her do it. I didn't. Want her to get in any trouble. I didn't want her to lose our son.... I loved her so much... I thought I deserved all of the panic attacks and being hit and blackmail. I thought I deserved it. And I spent years. Putting her and her actions before everything. Even my son.
I'm such a worthless coward. I put protecting her over leaving with my son. I'm such a stupid piece of shit... I gave up on my son's life and future for her I was so afraid what her and her family would do if I left with my son.
More years more fighting, thousands of dollars in property damage. More social service interventions.
I tried to ask them this time and they said I need to keep my hands in my pockets and let her hit me..
I eventually took my son and left her... I'm just a crazy and stupid piece of garbage because after a few months we were back together..... my best friend had just died and I needed her so badly. She would tell me how bad it was that he died and not me. How much worthless I was..
Nights when she would stick things up my ass and tell me that I liked it and wanted her to do it because I was too scared to stop her anymore. Then get angry and tell the neighbor I'm a faggot and about the things I was told I asked for and liked.
She said she had time to figure out that I was who she really needed.
More years more fights more damage. Now I'm bitter and I'm yelling when these things happen and I'm always angry and feel guilty for being so upset with her... I start to say awful amd mean things to her when we fight and when she hits me and sticks things in my body...
And then she stops doing it
Then we broke up again and I was devastated but at being left alone Everything I was belonged to her. If she said I was worthless then. I was worthless if she wanted me to kill myself. at least needed to try.
I had my son with for 7 months but i had started drinking. I couldn't make the anxiety stop... I was terrified to sleep anymore because i would wake up screaming and crying and terrified
I stopped sleeping altogether and the worse my anxiety got the more I drank....
I had been walking to school with my son for months at this point and all the sudden I could go outside anymore. I thought someone was going to hurt me if it left the house
What if I leave the house and someone sees that I'm worthless and useless like she did? What if they hurt me too? What if she's right. Then if I go out the other people see it too right? Everybody can tell I'm worthless and have no value as person if she thought so all that time.
I know I deserve all of this. It's the only thing that can make sense anymore. I don't understand....
If I slept at all I'd wake up screaming and it would wake him too. If I tried to school with him. I couldn't make it anymore and every day I made it less and less.
We stopped laughing and playing and listening to music and dancing and building toys and playing Pokémon and walking together we stopped learning new things together and having fun. No more being silly and making each other smile... we were so damn close... I changed his first diaper and raised him. I did everything with him. I was his primary care taker. I was his dad I was his person. And no matter what his mom did or said to me
I loved him and he needed me and he loved me and
He lost his dad and got a worthless coward with nothing to offer anybody.... he got a piece of disgusting garbage that couldn't walk with him to school anymore. He got a cowardly pig that couldn't go outside anymore. That cried all day long... he go an empty shell of a human being that jumps when my phone vibrates I'm so timid and broken....
My drinking got worse and my anxiety skyrocketed. I couldn't take care of my son anymore on my own and there was nobody to help me. There wasn't anybody..
I freaked out around my son while I was drunk.
They said I could send him back to mom and keep my rights and custody or thay he would have to be in foster care for a while while i Tried to fix myself again....
I sent him to his mom
One of the last things he said to me before he left. It was around 3 in morning and I had been crying again and I must've woken him up.... he came over to me and hugged me so tight and smiled at me and he said "don't worry and be sad dady, you did a good job"
Then the next morning he was gone. I was too fucked up in my head to even tell him goodbye...
My poor son... my little guy spent all that time afraid I was going to die. He thought he had to TAKE CARE OF ME. He told he teacher at school he was having bad dreams that his Dad was crying and hurting himself. He told her he thought i was going to die while he at school in wasn't there..
All the flashbacks and panic attacks and crying and forgetting where I am. Amd my poor son was there watching it. Thinking it was his job to take care of me and he was only 7 years old...
After he went back to his mom... everything got 100 times worse....
I forget my name all the time and my son's moms name. I forget where I am constantly then freak out becaue of how scary it can be... I've been tormenting myself and I can't take it anymore....
Why do I love her still? Why couldn't I be a good dad? Why I did myself being a pathetic excuse for a person worry my son so much
The hardest thing is when I forget that he's left. There are so many days. I just don't even remember that he's been gone and with him mom for over a year.
There are morning after morning I wake up amd walking around the house looking for his backpack trying to hit things ready for school that just aren't there. I forgot thay my son isn't here anymore. I walk around looking for his back pack thinking what a shitty dad I am for making him late.
Some days I snap out of it pretty quickly and other days it's taken hours or almost the entire day...
I love my son's mom with all my heart. Even though she left 2 years ago. And I probably sound like a total crazy person.
I hope one day she can forgive me for what I'm about to do.... and I hope she can forgive herself and have a normal life... I wish with all my heart she is protected and that she doesn't Blane herself.
I'm sorry if my post is too long or stopped Making sense ...
I really could use some encouraging words or anything... I'm sorry if I wasted your guy's time.
I hope my son knows I love him more than life and and forgives me one day for this
I'm sorry again everybody. I typed too much