How in Hell did I get here?This is gonna be a long one, so let me pre-apologize for that, and there's some profanity too. But you people are probably more likely to understand than anyone else in my life. I lost the love of my life to my addiction on June 10th, 2009. She's with someone else now, still loves and cares for me but in her words she's "just done" with me. Her grandfather is in jail because of an alcohol-related botched suicide attempt where he shot at police to try to get them to kill him. She was raised by an abusive alcoholic step-mother. I'm amazed that she stuck around as long as she did. The only reason she did was because she truly loved me with all of her heart. Despite her horrific childhood she is incredibly well-balanced and a truly happy, honest, sincere, beautiful person. Our relationship was not unhealthy in any way, maybe just a little bit of enabling, but nothing more than that. The ONLY reason she left me is because she couldn't stick around to watch me kill myself with alcohol.
I quit my job moved out of our house, back in with my parents and was given 7 days to find a rehab to go to. Stumbled across TSM, they are fully supporting me (in fact they're basically force-feeding me wine every night

) and here I am now. My parents are paying my half of the rent and shes paying the other half. We have a one year lease. My parents are the cosigners.
I finally resolved to say goodbye to Jane (I'll call her Jane) even though she wants to remain friends because I'm crying every day and crying myself to sleep every night and I need to heal. I'm so despondent and in so much pain it's actually debilitating. So I call to set up a meet and she says ok, but no date planned. A few days go by and I get a message from her, she sounds distraught, says her credit is maxed and she can't feed herself. Her bills are piling up and she has to move back into her dad's house. We were doing fine when we were living together, I made considerably more money than her. My parents can't afford to make my half of the rent, and definitely can't afford to take on hers also. In my current state there's no way I can afford the whole thing either. She's fuming mad, which is very out of character for her, and on the verge of bailing. We've already tried to cancel the lease with the landlord but he said no way.
So the only solution (and the only right thing to do) is to get my job back and help her out. Just paying my half of the rent isn't enough. So I told her I would give her all of the money I make so we could get her back on her feet and pay down her credit cards. She finally said "Okay...okay." It's more right for me and her to be paying it, and my parents would go under if they had to. And this was the only way I could get her to stay, so that we could at least have her contribution to the rent when she gets more stable.
Pardon the foul language, this is how I really feel...
But
HE LIVES THERE!!!
. He's a f***ing 20 year old loser that can't get a job, drives her car, uses her cell phone, eats her food and lives in my f***ing house! Before I quit my job I was already spontaneously crying in front of guests (restaurant). And now there's not one minute that I'll be working where I won't be thinking of exactly where every single cent that I'm working for is going to.
Seriously, the pain is so fresh that I dream of blowing my head off every single night, TSM is the
only reason I'm alive. And now this?
Then for the icing on the cake...
My counselor is intimately aware of every aspect of my life: Jane, alcohol, TSM, mom, dad, Kevin (we'll call him Kevin), this situation, everything. Finishing up our last session yesterday after explaining this situation to him he pops off and says:
"There's no way that she is the cause of your alcoholism. Your going to be cured soon. You two just need to get back together, seriously."
Me: (extremely confused look on my face)
Him: "No really, how do you know she doesn't want to get back together with you have you asked her?"
Me: "No."
Him: "Just get her in here, I do this kind of couples counseling all the time."
Me: "She's not going to come here for couples counseling, she's with Kevin." (He knows this)
Him: "Don't worry about it just get her in here, I'll take care of it. Kevin's nothing. You're her man. You provide for her. You're her spiritual partner. Kevin's just another dick, he's so insignificant to the bigger picture right now it's not even funny. Trust me, I can see things that you can't see."
She will go to see him. But...HOW THE **** DO YOU THINK IT'S RESPONSIBLE TO GO AND POP OFF AND SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT? I MISS HER SO MUCH I WANT TO f***ing DIE. I'm finally ready to let her go and say goodbye and try to start to heal and you're going to plant this seed of (probably false) hope in my head..?? I've been through the grieving process 17 f***ing times man. Now you've just made me start over again. I'm so confused and in so much pain. I want to believe him, but I don't.
So yeah, there's a little piece of my personal hell. I apologize for the profanity, I only use it when I mean it.