I deal with him and he's bent, I feel bent, I try to help him or fix him so I feel better, I get invested, he's bent, I see a glimmer of hope, he gets better, he crashes, I feel bent, I need help, he offers what he can, which is dwindling, I feel bad for being around someone I feel I have to "deal with" I isolate. I'm sick and tired of this. I'm dating my ex boyfriend who has verbally and emotionally abused me. Now he is being sweet and the abuse I see is the denial turned to outright lies, and they're so little it's easy to discount them. He's also got that morbid doesn't care about life and admits he may be dangerous to be around, probably because he's suicidal. I got a dozen red roses today because it would be our 1 year anniversary if we had stayed together, and we're not back together. Oh God this situation is not bringin out the best in me. It has become familiar and I have not otherwise filled my life up with friends.