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DynamicDepression
Deranged
- Mar 28, 2022
- 352
(I couldn't figure out whether this belongs in the Venting or the Story flair, so please forgive me if I'm in the wrong one.)
Two and a half years ago, I met a wonderful man on an online forum. We found out that we had a lot in common: a love for writing, an appreciation for the universe's beauty, and a similar sense of humor, to name a few. It didn't take long for me to fall in love with him, and he with me.
A few months later, we were finally going to meet, but Covid hit and we had to postpone. When travel restrictions between our two countries were dropped, he had an emergency at work and couldn't get time off. Now, we are finally able to meet but I'm not sure it would be a good idea. Don't get me wrong, I love him from the bottom of my heart and wish I could have a long life with him, but I don't want to hurt him any more than I already will once I pass on. My own life is too hard to keep living. Nearly every day, new memories I repressed come back to haunt me. Cruel memories of abuse, rape, and bullying. My mind is distorted, my body disfigured, and my health waning. My hopes and dreams were crushed by the harshness of reality. I don't have a future, my past is too cruel, and my present is unbearable. The only way I can find peace is in non-existence.
But I'm terrified of traumatizing him. All I want is for him to have a happy life. To find someone who will love him and make him smile, but I'm petrified his first relationship ending like this will make him scared of falling in love again. Because of this, I find myself wishing that we had never met in the first place. If he could forget all about me through magic, I could finally pass on without guilt. I'm very selfish. I'm so sorry for stringing him along when in my heart I knew that this would be the inevitable end. But even then, I wish I could be in his arms just once before I go, even though I know it would not be fair to him.
Sorry if this wasn't coherent, and thank you for reading.
Two and a half years ago, I met a wonderful man on an online forum. We found out that we had a lot in common: a love for writing, an appreciation for the universe's beauty, and a similar sense of humor, to name a few. It didn't take long for me to fall in love with him, and he with me.
A few months later, we were finally going to meet, but Covid hit and we had to postpone. When travel restrictions between our two countries were dropped, he had an emergency at work and couldn't get time off. Now, we are finally able to meet but I'm not sure it would be a good idea. Don't get me wrong, I love him from the bottom of my heart and wish I could have a long life with him, but I don't want to hurt him any more than I already will once I pass on. My own life is too hard to keep living. Nearly every day, new memories I repressed come back to haunt me. Cruel memories of abuse, rape, and bullying. My mind is distorted, my body disfigured, and my health waning. My hopes and dreams were crushed by the harshness of reality. I don't have a future, my past is too cruel, and my present is unbearable. The only way I can find peace is in non-existence.
But I'm terrified of traumatizing him. All I want is for him to have a happy life. To find someone who will love him and make him smile, but I'm petrified his first relationship ending like this will make him scared of falling in love again. Because of this, I find myself wishing that we had never met in the first place. If he could forget all about me through magic, I could finally pass on without guilt. I'm very selfish. I'm so sorry for stringing him along when in my heart I knew that this would be the inevitable end. But even then, I wish I could be in his arms just once before I go, even though I know it would not be fair to him.
Sorry if this wasn't coherent, and thank you for reading.