I was diagnosed with manic depression in 1981. Until 1999 I was always working and/or in school. In 1999 I had ECT and went on disability. I have only one friend and have alienated myself from my family. Frankly, I'm afraid and don't get out much.
My life is spiraling out of control and I feel like I need to go on a media blitz. My partner of 10 years has decided to finally leave me for someone he met on the internet a couple of months ago.
His new boy is stuck in a year lease and is in no position to help my ex-partner buy me out of our house. My ex can't make the payments himself nor can I. I'm trapped in a situation that is very stressful and extremely uncomfortable for me.
My ex-partner and I have been through a lot together. He went through two years of chemo therapy for cancer when he was throwing up on a daily basis while going to school. On Christmas eve, he had emergency gall bladder surgery (his gp told him he had gall stones, but he was forced by the HMO to see specialists who did nothing but order more tests). He was on disability, but worked through his adversity with support from me to get his MSW and is a now a mental health social worker.
I had ECT in 1999 and for 2 years he took care of me because I couldn't. I'm still struggling to establish my emotional independence which is why the strong commitment to a new boy friend has thrown me for a loop.
We moved here from California because his mom has MS (on disability) and his dad has liver cancer, he's #7 on the list. He got the liver cancer from complications due to Hep C from his service in the Vietnam War and has been on disability for almost 10 years.
His mother was manic depressive and killed herself when he (my ex-partner's father) was in high school. My ex-partner no longer has any grandparents and is only 31 years old.
My ex-partner's brother, his family and their young son moved to Colorado a couple of months ago. This son is desperately trying to lose weight so he can do more testing to see if he can be a donor. Meanwhile the cancer is growing and if it gets too big, he won't be eligible for a transplant. He's pretty much on the borderline now.
The new home we purchased in May flooded because the builder put 5 welds in a foot span and didn't use the correct insulation. They've had other homes they've had to buy back because of plumbing issues. Fortunately, it looks like they'll repair everything, but it'll be virually impossible to sell a place that has been recently flooded in a flat market.
Our kitchen is completely demolished. It turns out there's a heater vent in the wall next to a copper water pipe behind the dishwasher. What else is wrong with the house?
Ironically, my ex-partner works in mental health and counseled people relocated here in Colorado from the floods in New Orleans. Who's going to advocate and be there for him?
I was finishing up my intensive outpatient program after a week in the nut hut in California (have no health coverage in Colorado yet) when the flood hit and had to return to Colorado to deal with flood issues.
A lot of problems would be solved if the builder, Richmond American homes, did the right thing and bought back the property so my ex-partner and myself could move on with our lives.
There's a porn story about Dorothy and Toto I wrote that makes more sense than my life at this point.
In my fantasies, I'd like to be able to exploit the media to make Richmond American buy back the house, but I think I'm better off forgetting about that pipe dream.
Strangely enough, I just need to get out of the house more often, meet people, make friends, and get on with life.