I have to go but I'm terrified

[Think About It...]

Well...big changes.  Wednesday night he did call.  I tried to keep things impersonal but he could tell I was being dodgy I guess.  He said that things felt more "concrete" than ever before between us, and so on and so forth and kept pressuring me to reassure him that he was right.  I managed to say things like "We have a lot to work on" and was told that he cannot control his bipolar, it is a disease as much as his diabetes.  I said I understood that.  He also said there are "always going to be things I can't control, just as I can't always control having low blood sugar."  I said, "There are things I can't control either."  He asked frantically if I was going to be there when he got home.  I said yes, and told him I loved him (which I do.) 

I felt terrible. I had completely misrepresented how I felt, but I wasn't ready to tell him yet, not without talking to my counselor.  The guilt was terrible.   Later he texted me, "This person loves you so much he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, and no matter what happens, hopes you remember that."  I felt I couldn't honestly reply to it.  I was shaking and he sent another one later, asking "Did you get the text I sent?"  I didn't reply.  The next morning he asked again, I said I took a xanax and fell asleep with the phone in another room.  I felt AWFUL.  I feel like for so long I've just been living a lie, and that was something that my father would be so sad to know about me. 

At therapists office we went back and forth, and decided to disengage one step at a time.  That it was good that he was far away.  I decided I would send him an email, basically saying that I had been doing a lot of thinking, about what he said that I needed to just learn to not be afraid when he screams and gets violent, and that I had been "unreliable."  (I have been "unreliable" because in addition to paying all the bills and working crazy deadlines, I do EVERY household chore except for cooking, take care of all the bills, and do most of the errands.  He says he doesn't even want to check the calendar more than a week ahead and expects me to notify him of things he needs to know.)  I agreed, pointed out my grief over my father and my work, and said I had no idea when I would be "reliable" again. 

Here is some of what I wrote:  "I have been doing a lot of thinking about many things over this last week.  Working on myself and what my issues are and also thinking particularly about last night and our other conversation with  Dr. X.  It is extremely important to me that you know where I am in this process.

Last night we talked about the fact that you have a disease--something as physical as your diabetes.  I know you are doing much to deal with it...I think you have a good combo going with your current meds and I know (his therapist) has been an amazing help to you. we also spoke about how there are some things, though, that you cannot control, and in the interest of being fully open and  as two people who are contemplating a deep union absolutely have to be with each other, I have realized that there are things that I cannot control either and it is this concern you were picking up on.

You said that I need to learn not to be afraid when you have an episode with anger in it.  I cannot do this.  It is a protective response that is ingrained in me. 

I need to feel safe. And I have realized that for me that means no destruction of property for one thing, which we already discussed.  Since that time it has happened three times.  There has been no physical harm recently to either of us, which is good. But I've also realized that the yelling and hard words are also something I am unable to handle. 

You mentioned also that you felt I was not reliable. I thought hard about that and you are right. At this time I am unreliable, and I have no idea when that will change.  I am still deep in mourning my father and this trip really made that terribly clear. I have so much more grief work to do.

So here we are...Two people who love each other with key things that are not likely to change.  Some things that maybe we cannot change.  I am finding that it has been awful trying to figure this out without sharing it with you, so here it is.  I feel right now that the best thing for me is to have some time to simply be quiet and think without hearing from you.  I would ask you to do the same---think very hard, asking God for clarity as I am doing, about what aspects of your illness you can control, manage or modify and which you cannot.  We can talk in a few days about where we are and what we think. 

I love you very much, and that is not going to change." 

He texted back that he wasn't angry, and that he understood and would respect my decision (I was with friends as I did this, who care about both of us...it saved me!)  Then the texts came, and phone calls, and finally he said "If you care about my well being and safety we need to talk."  So we talked--that went somewhat OK.  I reassured him I wasn't leaving (I don't know yet if that's another lie) and that I needed the time away.  He said he felt that the email was a cheap shot and he had the rug pulled out from under him, and was hurt and afraid.  We ended it OK.

Another call comes around midnight.  He is sobbing, has taken two Respiradone, apologized but said there is no one else he can talk to, that I was everything to him, that he hated who he was and what he had done, and that he was trying every day to change and be a better person for me and that without me there was no reason to try to better himself.  He said that the thing he was most afraid of in the world was losing me.  It was awful.  I hate this.  This always happens.  I can't tell you all how many times he has called in the middle of the night when we're away from each other.  He said he wanted a chance to really talk, that he wanted to improve, that he was willing to make the commitment and felt that I hadn't honored the promise we had made to be partners.  He pressed me to talk to HIS therapist about my issues.  He says he wants to do it right.  He wanted to be able to text me, to "reach out and have me be there," and to talk to me Saturday.  I at least stood my ground and said I would let him know when I wanted to talk, and that I understood his need with the texts, but I would deal with them as I felt appropriate.  He agreed to both things.

I felt like I'd backed completely down, but my therapist said I held my ground on some things, and that by giving me permission to talk to his therapist, he had enabled me to make a softer landing for him, to get his therapist to know really what was going on.

What's bothering me tonight is the stupid Facebook thing.  Because even if it wasn't cheating--it was lying to me, deceiving me, and passing himself off as unattached.  What does that say about how he thinks of me?  How disrespectful IS that?  And he has done this again and again, claiming sometimes to "not remember" the online cheating, other times having no answer to the question of "why did you do this?" (sexting a la Weiner complete with pics" and he just says "I don't know."

What does this say about how I think about myself?  I think that I'm a person whom it's OK to treat without concern or care, who doesn't have enough respect to say "I'm leaving, you're not doing this to me again." 

A lot to be pondering...

[Changed4safety]

Well...big changes.  Wednesday night he did call.  I tried to keep things impersonal but he could tell I was being dodgy I guess.  He said that things felt more "concrete" than ever before between us, and so on and so forth and kept pressuring me to reassure him that he was right.  I managed to say things like "We have a lot to work on" and was told that he cannot control his bipolar, it is a disease as much as his diabetes.  I said I understood that.  He also said there are "always going to be things I can't control, just as I can't always control having low blood sugar."  I said, "There are things I can't control either."  He asked frantically if I was going to be there when he got home.  I said yes, and told him I loved him (which I do.) 

I felt terrible. I had completely misrepresented how I felt, but I wasn't ready to tell him yet, not without talking to my counselor.  The guilt was terrible.   Later he texted me, "This person loves you so much he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, and no matter what happens, hopes you remember that."  I felt I couldn't honestly reply to it.  I was shaking and he sent another one later, asking "Did you get the text I sent?"  I didn't reply.  The next morning he asked again, I said I took a xanax and fell asleep with the phone in another room.  I felt AWFUL.  I feel like for so long I've just been living a lie, and that was something that my father would be so sad to know about me. 

At therapists office we went back and forth, and decided to disengage one step at a time.  That it was good that he was far away.  I decided I would send him an email, basically saying that I had been doing a lot of thinking, about what he said that I needed to just learn to not be afraid when he screams and gets violent, and that I had been "unreliable."  (I have been "unreliable" because in addition to paying all the bills and working crazy deadlines, I do EVERY household chore except for cooking, take care of all the bills, and do most of the errands.  He says he doesn't even want to check the calendar more than a week ahead and expects me to notify him of things he needs to know.)  I agreed, pointed out my grief over my father and my work, and said I had no idea when I would be "reliable" again. 

Here is some of what I wrote:  "I have been doing a lot of thinking about many things over this last week.  Working on myself and what my issues are and also thinking particularly about last night and our other conversation with  Dr. X.  It is extremely important to me that you know where I am in this process.

Last night we talked about the fact that you have a disease--something as physical as your diabetes.  I know you are doing much to deal with it...I think you have a good combo going with your current meds and I know (his therapist) has been an amazing help to you. we also spoke about how there are some things, though, that you cannot control, and in the interest of being fully open and  as two people who are contemplating a deep union absolutely have to be with each other, I have realized that there are things that I cannot control either and it is this concern you were picking up on.

You said that I need to learn not to be afraid when you have an episode with anger in it.  I cannot do this.  It is a protective response that is ingrained in me. 

I need to feel safe. And I have realized that for me that means no destruction of property for one thing, which we already discussed.  Since that time it has happened three times.  There has been no physical harm recently to either of us, which is good. But I've also realized that the yelling and hard words are also something I am unable to handle. 

You mentioned also that you felt I was not reliable. I thought hard about that and you are right. At this time I am unreliable, and I have no idea when that will change.  I am still deep in mourning my father and this trip really made that terribly clear. I have so much more grief work to do.

So here we are...Two people who love each other with key things that are not likely to change.  Some things that maybe we cannot change.  I am finding that it has been awful trying to figure this out without sharing it with you, so here it is.  I feel right now that the best thing for me is to have some time to simply be quiet and think without hearing from you.  I would ask you to do the same---think very hard, asking God for clarity as I am doing, about what aspects of your illness you can control, manage or modify and which you cannot.  We can talk in a few days about where we are and what we think. 

I love you very much, and that is not going to change." 

He texted back that he wasn't angry, and that he understood and would respect my decision (I was with friends as I did this, who care about both of us...it saved me!)  Then the texts came, and phone calls, and finally he said "If you care about my well being and safety we need to talk."  So we talked--that went somewhat OK.  I reassured him I wasn't leaving (I don't know yet if that's another lie) and that I needed the time away.  He said he felt that the email was a cheap shot and he had the rug pulled out from under him, and was hurt and afraid.  We ended it OK.

Another call comes around midnight.  He is sobbing, has taken two Respiradone, apologized but said there is no one else he can talk to, that I was everything to him, that he hated who he was and what he had done, and that he was trying every day to change and be a better person for me and that without me there was no reason to try to better himself.  He said that the thing he was most afraid of in the world was losing me.  It was awful.  I hate this.  This always happens.  I can't tell you all how many times he has called in the middle of the night when we're away from each other.  He said he wanted a chance to really talk, that he wanted to improve, that he was willing to make the commitment and felt that I hadn't honored the promise we had made to be partners.  He pressed me to talk to HIS therapist about my issues.  He says he wants to do it right.  He wanted to be able to text me, to "reach out and have me be there," and to talk to me Saturday.  I at least stood my ground and said I would let him know when I wanted to talk, and that I understood his need with the texts, but I would deal with them as I felt appropriate.  He agreed to both things.

I felt like I'd backed completely down, but my therapist said I held my ground on some things, and that by giving me permission to talk to his therapist, he had enabled me to make a softer landing for him, to get his therapist to know really what was going on.

What's bothering me tonight is the stupid Facebook thing.  Because even if it wasn't cheating--it was lying to me, deceiving me, and passing himself off as unattached.  What does that say about how he thinks of me?  How disrespectful IS that?  And he has done this again and again, claiming sometimes to "not remember" the online cheating, other times having no answer to the question of "why did you do this?" (sexting a la Weiner complete with pics" and he just says "I don't know."

What does this say about how I think about myself?  I think that I'm a person whom it's OK to treat without concern or care, who doesn't have enough respect to say "I'm leaving, you're not doing this to me again." 

A lot to be pondering...

[Changed4safety]

Another call in the wee hours of the morning.  This time he had a nightmare about going into the hospital and I was yelling at him.  He said the people there gave him a cross on a chain and told him they were going to take his memories away.  Now, that's a pretty awful nightmare, and he has PTSD around the mental hospital.  He has since reneged about his offer to go in, making it my decision instead of his ("I'll check myself in if you want me to, I'm terrified, but if it's the only way to prove to you I'm sincere...") 

My project is due in two weeks, I'm hugely behind, and after I have specifically asked for silence I get two late night calls in a row.  He sees me slipping away and can't handle it.  But I can't handle living with this any more. 

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[Changed4safety]

Have left messages with my therapist and his.  Asked the friends who helped me during the phone call if I could leave an emergency bag at their place in case I have to leave fast.  I am enclosing a few change of clothes, enough medications to last a few days, a list of phone numbers in case I don't have my cell phone with me, some cash, a credit card and a checkbook.  Most of my bills I can pay online.  I'm going to get a copy of the mail key and house key made and leave those with my friends too. 

I hope I'll have a chance to take my laptop, but I have my most important work files on Dropbox so I can access them if I have to leave that behind.  I have an elderly cat, but the one thing I have never seen this man do is display cruelty to animals. 

This week I'm going to get copies of the title and registration of the bike I own but bought for him. 

I'm also thinking of leaving my important papers with my friends--I can always access them if I need them.  I don't know if my BF even knows where those files are.  Any other suggestions?  No children fortunately, and I have the only access to all the bank accounts.  I'm going in today and changing all my passwords. 

I didn't want it to have to end this way.  I'm still hoping for a miracle.  My heart is racing, I'm so scared. 

[GreenMango]

Hi Pookses,

BPD makes him hypersensitive to abandonment and lack of object constancy may explain a little of the erratic phone calls and his fb account.  

You have a lot going on...the job seems the most pressing.  Have you tried using SET on him to communicate your need to have time to finish your work?

SET won't always stop him.  It requires you have strong boundaries and outlast his extinction burst.

GM

Ps you were typing while I was  .  Sounds like you have a plan that's a good thing.  Maybe if you start a separate thread asking what to do and get in an exit plan will generate specific responses.

[Changed4safety]

I did start a separate thread...it feels sad but good to know that I can pretty much bolt at a moment's notice if I have to and I've got a place to land.  Also checked out how to exit the apartment from each window and am glad there is a fire department pretty much just across the street. 

He was better yesterday, asked to talk today, I told him (kindly, I have always spoken kindly to him through this) that I would have to see how I felt about that.  He agreed, pleasantly.  I had a dream in which I told him I wasn't going to do...something, like wash his clothes and put them away (something I am going to do btw) and he got very upset and sulky, but I held my ground.  I like that dream!

[Changed4safety]

His worry and need escalated.  Although we had tried to be more "casual" in texting he texed me every two hours.  Had a PTSD moment triggered by a commercial, and I helped him work through that.  I am extremely concerned that I won't make my deadline for a current project (due in two weeks) and will thus lose $5,000.  He sent the most beautiful text about how much he missed me when we were apart, how he didn't know what happened when we got back together, but how he wanted to live in that good space and treat me well, that was his new goal.  I really started wavering. 

I've been breaking down every day and last night. missing my father HORRIBLY, I was texting him that I really needed a day of silence because everything was too much.  In mid type I got a text that he was having a bad night with bipolar/PTSD and really needed to talk to me tonight.  I toldhim I just couldn't.  He sent back another heartbreaking text that "We should be able to rely on one another and I hate it that we can't," and that it was his fault, and there was so much to say and that he didn't want to be a burden on me, and was sorry he had been.  And that he loved me.  I told him I loved him too and got back "I'm sorry."

I texted a couple of friends to kind of check in on him--if I couldn't support him, I wanted him to have support.  He texted back that that was wrong of me to do--not angry, but hurt and upset that we couldn't talk.  Finally he said "please just let me know if you want me and want to try to make this work or if I should stay out here, the back and forth is killing me."  Right then his therapist returned my call.  By this point I had taken my antidepressant and two xanaxes and was in hysterics.  Therapist said to tell BF that now was not the time for this conversation and that I would have "clear communication" tomorrow.   BF made me promise, and I did.  He said, "Thank you.  I can't take this much longer."

A few moments later he said, "I have to talk to you. One question, please, I need to hear your voice when I answer it."

I agreed to talk, and he said, "I have been thinking about all the terrible things I've done in my life, and I need to know...am I a bad person?  Am I evil?"  He was sobbing and sounded so alone and sad.  Instantly and from my heart I said, "Oh, no, honey, you are not a bad person.  You are not evil.  Bad people enjoy hurting others and tormenting them, and I know that you don't."  It's true.  When he does cruel things or lashes out, he is sick with remorse or else has to justify in order to avoid hating himself.  I was glad he called, and glad to be able to answer so truly and freely.  He has several illnesses, and has not yet learned to control what behavior he can control.  And I am not the person to help him with that.  That's all.

Haven't heard from therapist today, but I have to talk to him to know how to best do this.  Part of me wants to believe that this time it can work--but I've got nothing left to give.  He insists the Ativan was responsible for the explosions before, and now that's gone, and the explosion on our getaway was PTSD and neither of us could have forseen it.  But the whole FB thing just shows how little he respects me and the relationship--even if he's changed his mind since then.  And the incident in the car where I had to "shut up and do what I was told" and then forced to apologize for "not doing as I was told"...that had nothing to do with the Atavan or PTSD.  It was just him.  We'd been having a great time up until that point.

I know that even if he can do the things I want, I still will have to live with an unexpected incident out of the blue that could rock me to my core.  I still have to live with the fact that he is a diabetic with no insurance, and as a freelancer my insurance is crap.  He's done nothing to prove that he can stick with a career...I love him, still, so much, but I am about to break.  My future, even under the best circumstances, will likely be me supporting him all his life...with the age difference we will be getting "older" about the same time with the diabetes. 

I have to do this.   For him and me.  He will always see himself as a victim and reliant upon me, that that's unhealthy for him.  I would appreciate all thoughts and prayers.  It is my hope that I can help him land well, safely, and peacefully.  I'm willing to help that in any way I can.  I even want to stay friends if possible.  I don't mind an occasional night of empathetic listening.  But I can't be his answer for everything. 

Thank you all.

[Newton]

Pookses...I am so glad you have friends to turn to now things are so dynamic and unpredictable...Remember...If you judge him by his ACTIONS rather than his WORDS you will get much closer to the clarity of thought you need right now...

Look after yourself...best wishes...newt

[Changed4safety]

Well, the saga continues.  He arrived back home yesterday and, well...he's actually walking the walk.  He said upfront without being prompted that he and his therapist spoke, and that what happened was he felt ambushed by me and panicked, and his pushing for me to make a decision was "wrong, and I shouldn't have done it."  Marianne Williamson's Return to Love, based on A Course in Miracles, came into my hands a little while ago (I've had it for years, but happened to pick it to bring on my trip home.)  The essential message as that we act with love or fear in any given situation.  We both agreed to act with love -whatever is decided.-

He readily agreed to go see a couples counselor suggested by his therapist and man--this guy's good!  Cut right through some things to say things like "there may be a reason for the violent incidents--incorrect medications, a triggering time of year--but the number one priority is that everyone needs to feel safe.  And whatever the reason, the violence is never OK."  When asked how BF would make sure it never happened again and how he could safeguard me, he said, "Next time I change meds, before I even do so I'll do so as an in-treatment patient."  *blink*  Smart.  A lot of other good things came out. 

Newton mentioned actions--BF was prepping dinner and asked me to respond to a friend of his on IM.  This from the guy who was paranoid about me even seeing what was on his computer.  Today while driving, he asked me to hook up something so he could listen to his music--told me how to do it clearly and without irritation when I got confused.  This is the sort of thing that makes me blow up.  He even listened when I said some VERY hard things today that I'd never said.

So...now I'm all confused, LOL!

[Newton]

I am glad to hear that things have improved...

It's ok to be confused/apprehensive when we see change...

Real and genuine change lasts ...try to keep that in mind.

[Changed4safety]

A friend warned me about getting sucked back in...I told him BF's never been able to stay with the "changes" for more than two weeks, so...

I also am not sure I feel the same way any more.  Some of the roughest incidents...I don't know if I can get past them.  I may understand that, for instance, he was having a bad time with the medication combination when he texted me freaking about a late delivery of his medications when I was a thousand miles away with my dying father and he kept typing FIX IT FIX IT...or four days after my dad's death when he had a major psychotic episode and kept calling me saying how terrible I was. 

Or when we gave it "one last try" in January and he blew up at me...

I may just be done, regardless of whatever he is capable of doing.  Sometimes you reach that point and what might have worked even a month earlier is just too late.

[Auspicious]

I want:
To not be screamed at.
To be respected.
To be spoken kindly to.
To not have my property broken.
To not be afraid of "setting him off."
To not have to pay for EVERYTHING for him and have him get angry when I protest.

Since real boundaries are "rules" for  you, not him, try rewriting these.

E.g.
I want: To not be screamed at.

I will not stay in the room with someone who is screaming at me.

But don't tell him that - tell yourself that, and DO it.


Try rewriting the others similarly?

[Changed4safety]

I like the idea about rewriting the "boundaries."  It's hard to find the phrasing though.

Well, after a great time with friends the other night, bam off it goes again. He was cold and wanted to get home.  I said I was driving to the DMV first thing in the morning and we didn't have enough gas, couldn't we just swing by tonight?  But he was cold and didn't want to stand out pumping gas (FWIW I am almost always the one getting out to pump the gas.)

Me:  Stay inside and keep warm, honey.  I'll get out and do it, it's fine.

Him:  I mean, I'm really cold, and standing out there wouldn't be a lot of fun.

Me: It's fine.

Him:  ...It's fine that I stand out there and get cold?  Is that what you're saying?

Me: No, I meant, *flustered*  I would never say that, you know that.

Him:  I don't know that, that's why I'm asking for clarification!

More resentful comments, I offer to just wait and do it later, he says, "No, no, we'll do it tonight, or else I'll never hear the end of it."  (Do I need to say that I'm too AFRAID to bring up his past failures, and this "never hear the end of it" came out of nowhere?)  We finally pull up to a more expensive gas station on the way, he says to put a few gallons in and he'll get the rest tomorrow when he's out.  I am of course shaking and fearful now, so it takes me a while to figure out how to work this particular pump.  He starts yelling at me.  I pump the gas.  We sit in silence on the way back.

When we get back, he says, "You should get out.  All my anger is focused on you right now and that's not good."

I say, "Okay, thank you for seeing that.  Just text me when you're ready to come back."

"If I DO come back." 

He drives off.  I feed the cat and my nerves make it necessary to hit the bathroom before I finish putting the cat food away (he hates the smell.)  By the time I'm out of the bathroom he's back, in the kitchen.  I go into my office to stay out of his way.  He storms in and yells at me for not putting the cat food away, when I KNOW how much the smell affects him.  I know better than to try to explain, or, in his words, "give him excuses."

Then we went into the depression phase, sobbing.  He is sorry we ever met, he hates his life, there is nothing positive, he will always be governed by this disease (bipolar, he doesn't know he's BPD).  He is angry at me because "I can't externalize...I can't yell at you because it frightens you, I can't hit anything because it scares you, and if you go away and come back heaven forbid a single thing is out of place because you'll give me that look that says 'what have you done now.'"

He took two Respiridone and calmed down after about an hour.  We watched some TV and went to bed, he apologized.

This is what he is like on his best behavior.  This is my reality---even if things are good, if he does get a job and take responsibility for things around the house, doesn't use abusive language or break things...at any moment, incidents like this could happen.

[GreenMango]

Sounds like you are walking on eggshells and pulled in conversations where you end up using JADE and it feeds the dysfuction.  Where and when to use validation and where and when to not JADE are going to be very important if you want to stay.

Justify
Argue
Defend
Explain

Is there a way to put a boundary for yourself and what you will do when conversations like this come up?


GM

[Changed4safety]

This was a GOOD episode.  I kept my mouth shut and just kept trying to verify once I realized how deep it was spiraling. 

I'm just so tired of dealing with this.  I see no pros to staying other than not hurting him.  He keeps coming up with ways to spend my money, to not get a job, to avoid doing any kind of housework, to guilt me into doing it--he leads a life of play.  And I lead a life of work.  And I'm tired of it, and the lack of respect that represents.  :/

[Auspicious]

This was a GOOD episode.  I kept my mouth shut and just kept trying to verify once I realized how deep it was spiraling. 

I'm just so tired of dealing with this.  I see no pros to staying other than not hurting him.  He keeps coming up with ways to spend my money, to not get a job, to avoid doing any kind of housework, to guilt me into doing it--he leads a life of play.  And I lead a life of work.  And I'm tired of it, and the lack of respect that represents.  :/

Well, it's a choice to live like that. I mean for you.

Why do you think you've chosen to live this way?

[Changed4safety]

Classic FOG. 

Fearful of "ruining his life" if I left him (he's become completely dependent on me.)...though that might be "obligation."   Fear for his safety (he's attempted suicide 4 times in his life, once when we were separated, and has cut himself repeatedly.)  Fear of (further) damage to my personal property.  Fear of blackmail.  Fearful of his anger and blame (he can use words viciously) and fearful that he will turn those words on himself (he cannot separate bad deeds from bad self).

I feel like since he moved out to be with me, and since I made him promises, I "owe" him.  (Although one would think four years of supporting someone else to the tune of $70K while he cheated on me and lied to me until recently would balance out any score.)  He has high medical expenses, and I've been paying them.  Who will do that when I'm not around?  His family can't afford to take care of him.  If he doesn't continue going to school his loans will come due.  The odds of him getting a part time job with peripheral neuropathy in his legs and his emotional issues in this economy are very low.  There's a lot he can't do. 

Now, after so long of not being "ready," he feels "ready" to make a commitment.   And I'm tired of the merry-go-round.  I'm still badly damaged by the loss of my dad, I'm in a very stressful field, and right now I feel my energy, what there is of it, needs to go to healing myself. 

I feel like he is my 15 year old son, not my lover.  I'm just full of resentment from years of mistreatment and no longer have the resources to handle this.