I was done. I have had severe chronic pain due to abuse at the hands of relatives, and because I'm a damned klutz on top of that;
I figured out that due to that trauma I ALWAYS found myself in abusive relationships, even when I ACTIVELY tried to date people who were/are the EXACT opposite of the type of man I am attracted to (yep -- I went from a biker to a cop. Exact same dude, only one has a beard, long hair, enjoyed recreational pharmaceuticals and a motorcycle; and the other is clean shaven, high and tight, tee-totaler, with a fast car with blinky lights. Both are Grade A assholes ... ) I wound up with abusive jerks who are the spitting image of my mother personality-wise;
And an accident here and there, coupled with more surgeries than I have fingers and toes have resulted in even more chronic pain, so now none of my pain is controlled very well because -- gasp, I might become an addict. It's much better that I hurt so much that I become suicidal;
I have not had a relationship with any of my children for the last 20 years, due to my fucked up family and their need to try and absolutely destroy ANY happiness they find in the world; so ...
I figured my purpose here was done. I had raised my children to be strong, make their own decisions for what they saw as the right reasons and stand by those decisions, devil be damned. It appeared to me that if they believed the things they were told about me maybe I hadn't been as good a mother as I thought and they were better off without me. They didn't need me. No one who had ever told me they loved me had really meant it. "I love you" was, as far as I could tell, simply a means to an end, so I was more than ready to move on to whatever is next in this universe.
However, when I got here and started looking around, and especially reading the megathreads, and the goodbye threads, I realized maybe I should try one more time to talk to the kids. CTB-ing is not like taking a vacation. There is no coming back from a successful attempt, and given my choice of CTB-ing (painkillers to numb SI and a shotgun with birdshot to the back of the throat) I fully expected to be successful, so I had nothing to lose by trying one more time.
Imagine my absolute shock (and indescribable joy) when my middle son wanted to talk. We have talked daily since I contacted him 3 days after I joined SaSu, and see each other weekly. I cannot thank you guys enough for what you have done for me. The members of this forum actually gave me the courage to act on a lot of things (including settling my affairs) and in doing so, you all gave me my life back.
So ... I will still probably wind up CTB. But, instead of being a date certain, now it is dependent upon how my health goes because we are all gonna die eventually. I am not afraid of dying. I am afraid of being dependent on someone to take care of me. Or being a burden to my children.
On the days that my pain levels are unmanageable, I am still tempted to CTB. But, I have an obligation to my children. I will not leave them wondering if they were the reason I CTB. And I will not leave them wondering if their grandmother was right and I just didn't love them enough. Until they understand that I love them more than life itself I will stay. No matter how bad it hurts.