I met my fiance during college orientation and I immediately knew that she was going to play a big role in my life. My senior year of high school, I was hospitalized for Bipolar depression and almost committed suicide. My fiance, I'll call her Chrissy in this, basically saved my life when we bonded in college. We were best friends/sisters and finally girlfriends. We ruled the school kind of and we both had the same major so we were in many classes together. She saved me from the hell I had gone through in high school. She was my absolute best friend and we were together for 5 years. But my family disliked her and I had no idea why, everyone else loved Chrissy and supported us. I thought it was because of the gay thing and that we were both females. My mom and I would fight constantly about it. She hated Chrissy and Chrissy urged me to end contact with my mother and I did for a while. Three years into our relationship, my mom finally starts to come around and invited Chrissy and I over for dinner. It went great- we cooked, laughed and played games. They were getting along just like I dreamed that they would! Well a couple days later I get an email from my mother at work. She writes that I exhaust her, that I got ugly since dating Chrissy, that I have to chose between the two of them. Needless to say I was hurt and angry so I wrote her back a very nasty letter calling her a college drop-out and things like that. I cut her out of my life with the idea that if she can't accept the person I love, then I don't accept her. 13 months later Chrissy and I get into an argument and she tells me that she was the one who wrote the letter. She actually hacked into my mother's email account and wrote that to me. She lied to me about it for over a year even after the police investigated it and she saw me fall apart over what my "mom" did. Stupid me forgave her, thinking everyone deserves a second chance. Well she promised to be different but people don't really change, of course. She started taking my phone and texting my mom behind my back and I found out she had been doing that almost the whole time we were together. She went so far as to steal my wallet, some of my money, and even slashed her own tires so I had to have her drop me off at work. The sad part is that besides all of that our relationship was healthy and she treated me like gold- I know that sounds nuts, but it's the truth. I was happier than I ever had been with Chrissy and it's been 8 months but I continue to cry every night and wish we were back together. I feel betrayed and so hurt yet I miss her so much. She was my everything and all I do is pathetically look back on all of our old pictures and wish I could turn back time and go back to how my life used to be. I hate this. Now I am stuck in a dark depression where all I can do is try not to kill myself. It's so horrific, I just want things back the way that they were!