Just broke up for the final time with my fiance. We were to be married this August 9th. To him it was just a date, to me it was the date to have married my soulmate...so I thought. "Him" has drinking issues, anger/rage issues, suffered from depression and also took meds for bipolar disorder. Doc said it would do good for his mood swings. He kept promising he would not drink anymore, went to outpatient, was sober for 7 months. Then came the stress of wedding plans, kids college expenses, stress at work and he began drinking again. Not the nightly bottle of wine, but enough beers to feel the same effect of the bottle of wine. Our relationship went downhill from there. His daughter never accepted me for whatever reason (she is 18) so i was never included in the dinners with kids, graduations, or graduation dinners with family and ex. He allowed it. Now he says I made the last months a living hell for him...hmm, what did i do, be by his side and put up with all of it....why because I loved him. Because I thought it would all get better. So what did I do....met a friend (a co-worker of his) at a restaurant here, I was upset and crying and she happened to be there...we connected and off we went to Cancun for four days on what was supposed to be my honeymoon. He took me to the airport, and we agreed it would be good to be away from eachother for a couple of days (we have been together almost 3 years) we had a disageement my last night there, because I was insensitive to him being depressed because he had just dropped his daughter off at college with the ex. So now...my insensitivity and my trip to Cancun cost us our relationship. I put him through hell the last few months and my not accepting his kids was a major problem. Let it be known I always wanted a relationship with his kids, I have two of my own and I wanted a family, his comment to me, I don't want the "Brady Bunch". I just wanted him to stand up and tell his kids that it was ok not to like me...but they had to respect our relationship. Same thing his counselor told him...didn't do it....so here I am now. Even though deep down in my gut, I always knew he was not the man with all the qualities I wanted I stayed, because I do love him. So now I am suffering like a fool. I just want to heal and be happy. Sorry for rambling on here...
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