This is my first posting:
My girlfriend and i are both 25 and have been together since December 08.
I have a girlfriend with issues. mommy issues, daddy issues, drinking issues, and personality issues. I love her.
With all of my heart. she loves me, with at least some of hers I think. She is bipolar, suffers from crippling depression
and anxiety, was diagnosed last year with borderline personality disorder, and is a semi-functioning alcoholic who
drinks more in a night than i do in almost a month. Almost three years ago, her mother commited suicide in the family
home. Her mother was, for years, a victim of an anxiety disorder that left her miserable and distant. We have been
together for almost a year and a half now and have been through our share of ups and downs. She has a tendancy to get
wasted with shady friends and then make out with them when I am not around. While it has happened multiple times
this last occurence was the most escalated and shocking of all. She went out with an old friend to the bar while I was
at work.They both got shitfaced and came back to our apartment where i was sleeping. Knowing her problems with alcohol and
judgement, I suspected there would be a problem. (Was I looking for an excuse to break up with her? I dont know.)
But when they arrived I stayed in bed and just listened.
What I heard cut into me like a rusty serrated knife. I could hear kissing sounds, moans and groans, and plenty of
fabric rustling (ie clothing and such being groped and rubbing against more clothing) around. They were making out on
MY couch in MY apartment. AFTER she had told me time and time again that BRAD was just a friend. That I had nothing to
worry about. I felt bad about not trusting her on this, after all--people have friends of the opposite sex who can STAY that
way. But this girl of mine is a horrible judge of character, especially when it comes to her male friends. After about 20
minutes of listening to the abomination in the next room, I pretended like I was going to get a drink of water. (This makes
me feel like a pussy, like I should have stormed out, beat the **** out of this BRAD, and kick him out of my home. But what
I suspected and later came to realize was true was that my girl was the one who started it all by kissing BRAD.) As soon as
I got out of the bed, I could hear a lot of movement on the couch and when i got to the doorway they were both "sleeping" on
opposite sides of the couch. When I moved closer to my girl i could see BRAD looking at me through the corner of one open
eye, which immediately closed as I moved closer. I asked my girl to come to bed, which she did. When she laid next to me
and tried to cuddle up, I asked her if she loved me. She said "yes, of course I love you."
15 minutes later, this friend, BRAD, promptly gathered his things and walked out the front door. Proving my theory that
he was just their to get an easy piece of ass--and NOT simply staying the night so he didnt have a long drive home like my girl
had told me. This is when I confronted my girlfriend about what had just happened. She was obviously too wasted to talk or
comprehend, or maybe she just didnt want to, and passed out almost immediately. for three long hours I brooded over what had
taken place in the apartment I LIVE in and rent with my GIRLFRIEND of over a year. I was angry, sad, depressed, dissapointed,
and overall enraged. When I decided i couldnt sleep, i woke her up to talk. after a few groggy minutes of me prodding
her with questions, she told me that she is "sorry" that she "is an idiot" and that "she loves me." there was no crying or
extreme show of emotion. the apology seemed sincere but it didnt carry the weight that i thought it should have. it was a
sleepy, resigned "woops" apology. not an apology that begs the question "will you please Please PLEASE forgive ME!" i do
not know what to do at this point. do i "man-up" and move on? throw away a relationship that is, at times, amazing, over a
lousy drunken kiss. if this was the first time it had happened, i wouldnt think twice about forgiving her. but this is the
3rd time this has happened to me while dating this girl and this time she brought it into MY HOME! a guy i've never met.
an old friend of hers she hasnt seen in years. a guy who obvioulsy just wanted to take advantage of my alcoholics'
weaknesses and who succeeded with flying colors.
the most ****ed up thing is that i don't believe it would have stopped with the kissing. if i had not come out of the
bedroom when i had, i imagine that clothes would have been coming off and sexual favors exchanged in less than an hour.
how do you come back from that? the third anniversary of her mothers suicide is coming up in a month as well as her mothers
birthday. last year, this was one of the roughest points in our relationship because all of her mental and drinking issues
increase ten-fold on this month. do i stick around and try to rebuild the trust? do i break up, be miserable, and move on?
i really feel for the girl and the shit she has been through in her life, and i dont want to just be the next thing she
fails at--i know there is a great person inside that shell of hers and i want to be part of it. but i realize that i have
to also think of myself and how she affects my life in both positive and negative ways. i need to think about my sanity.
what kind of guy gets walked all over by a girl who professes to love him, and then just continues on with the relationship
(even thought it pains him) after shit like THIS happens. I didnt realize dating a drunk would be this hard. this is the
third time this has happened. my left brain tells me to get out now while i can before things get worse and more painfull,
but my right brain tells me that i love this girl and that this behaviour is a side affect of the problems she has. part
of me feels like i should stay, part of me feels like i should go. i cannot make my mind up about what to do. i guess i
am waiting for a sign, really. i asked her to stay with a friend tonight so that i could have some alone time to think.
i want her to be away from me for awhile. i want her to realize there are consequences. and i want her to think about how
she REALLY feels about ME. and then i want her to come home and talk to me. i want to hear what she has to say, to gauge
her mental state and body language, to get a real feel for how she sees me and how she sees herself. i think only then will
i be able to make a decision about what to do. i love her. but i also need to love myself. i am not perfect, never have been
and never will be. i dont expect her to be perfect. we all make mistakes. but it is how we deal with those mistakes and
change ourselves to better our lives that makes us who we TRULY are.