in April of this year my live in boyfriend of 9 years had a massive hart attack. it later came to lite that
he had been shooting up meth for most of the 9 years we had been together. shock doesn't cover
what i felt and still feel upon learning this bit of news. we had an OK relationship but had a few
things that needed work. but i didn't think we where close to a breakup in any way. a lot of our
troubles came from my poor heath that had put me in bed for increasing amounts of time. he
was gone a lot of the time and worked late most nites. i thought he is gone because of me.
who wants to be around someone who is sick all the time. and this has some truth to it,
but now i realize it was also this way so he could use and be alone with his addiction. wen he
got out of the hospital he went to live with his father to rehab medically. i was told this was the
preferred location because of our house having steps and being in a remote location. it was hard but
i was supportive of this. after 2 months of this living arrangement i noticed that i had not been asked
to come see him or spend time with him. so i was relegated to 10 or 15 minute visits to our home in witch
he would climb our stairs, come in and sit for a while as his sister stood anxiously waiting to go. we
where never left alone to talk ever. he assured me that he had told his family that i didn't know of his
drug use but it felt like we where being kept apart. after his health stabilized he told me he was
going into rehab. he did this and upon release he moved in with his mother. now i was very upset
and confused. i asked him if we where breaking up and he said "i just cant start a relationship now".
and i replied "your not starting one, your still in one!" i was emotionally crushed and confused as to
what i had done to be abandoned like this. i became increasingly depressed and desperate for the truth.
i was so alone. i have had so many losses in my life i just couldn't face one more.
so one nite i put a gun in my mouth and pulled the trigger. the gun jammed. i am in therapy for my
attempted suicide but so far i am still so sad. he tells me now that he loves me but he can not come
back to this town to live because of temptation. to this i reply OK we can move to another place to
live but he says his medical bills are so high that he can not afford to move out of his moms house now.
so now i see him once a week for 4-5 hours or so. during the week he texts me maybe 3 times on average.
he doesn't seem to miss being with me like i miss him. i miss living with him and being part of his life.
i spend most of my nites crying and miserable. it has crossed my mind that he is not breaking it off
completely because i attempted to kill myself. my question is what do you think is going on here.
is he eventually going to end it? what can i do if anything to bring him and i closer or fix this?