The magic went when I came home and she was gone
A pool of blood in the hallway and a bloody hand print on the wall gave the only clue as to her possible whereabouts.

I didn't stop loving her, but I could no longer deal with her mental health problems. I think we lasted another six months, but it nearly killed us both.

It was such a shame, because when she was well, she was amazing. However when she was ill, she was horrific. We are still friends even now and I still worry about her a little, but being in a relationship with some one with chronic mental health problems was probably the hardest and most heart breaking thing I have ever endured.

The saddest part of it though was that it was her own brain chemistry that did it to her and it took several years of medical tests to find the right combination of drugs and therapy to help her feel well.

She is now happily married to some one who has the strength to deal with her pain when she is ill, but on that day I came home and found the blood on the floor and no sign of her, a part of me died that I have never got back.
( Rev. Jayneflakes Buy my book, I need the cash for drugs and hookers, Wed 27 Oct 2010, 6:13, 4 replies)

Well done for surviving.
I can't even imagine what that was like for you. Let me guess - was she a manic-depressive?

You're proof that it's not only the people with the condition that suffer, but also those that care for that person. Unfortunately, not everyone understands that. Sometimes not even the person with the illness (though of course I don't know if that applied in your case).

I have nothing but admiration for the compassion you still show her. My exes weren't ill; they were just evil. It's so much easier to understand if there's a medical condition behind it, and you obviously understand that it wasn't a personal thing - it was the illness doing those things. I honestly don't know if I could have dealt with that as well as you obviously have.
(TheAmazingMeatMan ™ can't sing, but he's got soul, Wed 27 Oct 2010, 7:33, closed)

^this
( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Wed 27 Oct 2010, 8:02, closed)

one of my uni mates
turned into a scouser when she was having a manic episode. It was very odd. She'd moved from Liverpool some 15 years earlier to live near Bournemouth and had no trace of a scouse accent most of the time.
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Wed 27 Oct 2010, 9:10, closed)

my ex had mental health problems
And id come home from work worrying about finding a body when i got in. Also had a situatuion where she had left me a goodbye note and was gone in the morning. So i know how you feel.

Glad shes sorted now though.
(Miggyman, Wed 27 Oct 2010, 10:58, closed)