I told you about my fiancée and how we had to go our separate ways. That wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole story. Very, very few people know this, but...
We both witnessed her parents' murder. She was so traumatized after the attack that she couldn't even talk. The only times she spoke were when she became lucid enough to realize I was in the room.
And when she did, she began to relive that night. She would break down completely. For months, I never could get through to her without triggering those memories.
In order for her to heal, I had to let her go and leave her life completely. I had to let her forget me. It was the worst thing I've ever done. And I would do it again, over and over, so that she could have a chance at a happier life.
Her name was Rumi. I don't think I told you that either.
All that to say - it isn't exactly the same situation, but it's similar enough that I understand what you're struggling with. Choosing their lives and happiness over yours, even if it hurts yourself or others. I get it.
cw murder, ptsd
We both witnessed her parents' murder. She was so traumatized after the attack that she couldn't even talk. The only times she spoke were when she became lucid enough to realize I was in the room.
And when she did, she began to relive that night. She would break down completely. For months, I never could get through to her without triggering those memories.
In order for her to heal, I had to let her go and leave her life completely. I had to let her forget me. It was the worst thing I've ever done. And I would do it again, over and over, so that she could have a chance at a happier life.
Her name was Rumi. I don't think I told you that either.
All that to say - it isn't exactly the same situation, but it's similar enough that I understand what you're struggling with. Choosing their lives and happiness over yours, even if it hurts yourself or others. I get it.