
ForeverCaHa
Heartbroken Welshman
- Feb 16, 2025
- 381
I was so set on this Saturday being my chosen date, it's the anniversary of the day I met my late partner. But today walking downstairs I walked past my little sister as she got back from school, and I don't know if I can do it to her. She's so soft spoken and innocent, I don't know how she'd react. The pain of losing my partner to suicide has been horrific, it's rotting me from the inside out, but I don't want my sister to have to carry the same pain throughout her life. She's still just a child.
I'm just so fucking scared (excuse my language). I'm scared of facing the anniversaries, scared of the memories, scared of seeing photos of him, scared of the daily breakdowns. I want to be with him so badly, but deep down I know that death is death, there's no utopia after it. That makes me feel even worse though. Knowing he's gone and gone for good. I'll never see him again. Just writing that is making me sob. There won't be anyone like him ever again. I was just too childish to see the life I could have had with him. If I knew this would happen I wouldn't have started that argument. I wouldn't have lashed out. Now if I cancel my CTB plans I'm going to have that night haunt me forever, and it hurts more than I can describe. I failed him, and that's that.
I lead a miserable life before him, and now I'll lead an even more miserable life after him. I won't sit here and say it's impossible for me to find love again, I'm old enough to know that the 'one true love' is only a thing in movies. But what happens if/when I meet someone new and they ask what happened in my previous relationship? How can I explain why I'm deathly afraid to upset anyone? Or why my mum scrambles to turn the TV off if the series or film has a depiction of suicide? Or why I wake up in the night crying? I thought I knew the depths of depression earlier in my life, but none of that compares to this.
I've lost so much weight these past two months. I've barely washed. I haven't brushed my teeth in God knows how long. I've fallen back into self-harm. My life has turned into a black mass. Nothing feels real. I don't remember anything of the last two months.
I was so certain that I was ready. Maybe I was. But having waited these weeks for the anniversary, maybe my mind has had time to calm itself.
I'm just so scared of the future. I'm scared of everything.
Just to wind things out on a haha funny: I wouldn't mind, but I booked a real fancy hotel, so that's £300 down the fucking drain if I don't go and bloody twatting poison myself for fucks sake why didn't I just get a cheap room
I'm just so fucking scared (excuse my language). I'm scared of facing the anniversaries, scared of the memories, scared of seeing photos of him, scared of the daily breakdowns. I want to be with him so badly, but deep down I know that death is death, there's no utopia after it. That makes me feel even worse though. Knowing he's gone and gone for good. I'll never see him again. Just writing that is making me sob. There won't be anyone like him ever again. I was just too childish to see the life I could have had with him. If I knew this would happen I wouldn't have started that argument. I wouldn't have lashed out. Now if I cancel my CTB plans I'm going to have that night haunt me forever, and it hurts more than I can describe. I failed him, and that's that.
I lead a miserable life before him, and now I'll lead an even more miserable life after him. I won't sit here and say it's impossible for me to find love again, I'm old enough to know that the 'one true love' is only a thing in movies. But what happens if/when I meet someone new and they ask what happened in my previous relationship? How can I explain why I'm deathly afraid to upset anyone? Or why my mum scrambles to turn the TV off if the series or film has a depiction of suicide? Or why I wake up in the night crying? I thought I knew the depths of depression earlier in my life, but none of that compares to this.
I've lost so much weight these past two months. I've barely washed. I haven't brushed my teeth in God knows how long. I've fallen back into self-harm. My life has turned into a black mass. Nothing feels real. I don't remember anything of the last two months.
I was so certain that I was ready. Maybe I was. But having waited these weeks for the anniversary, maybe my mind has had time to calm itself.
I'm just so scared of the future. I'm scared of everything.
Just to wind things out on a haha funny: I wouldn't mind, but I booked a real fancy hotel, so that's £300 down the fucking drain if I don't go and bloody twatting poison myself for fucks sake why didn't I just get a cheap room