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My g/f killed herself last night.
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My g/f (common-law wife of almost 7 years, Nadia) hung herself in my spare bedroom early Saturday morning. I woke up to find her hanging from my chin-up bar on my power rack.
She has a long history of suicide attempts which culminated in one attempt which left her with an anoxic brain injury 2 1/2 years ago and unable to walk properly and affected her speech as well.
She had a very, very bad childhood. Her mother was an horrible alcoholic who treated her badly. Finally her mother couldn't handle having a child and sent her to jeuvenile detention to be raised. You can imagine what she learned in there.
She was from Quebec and became invovled in intravenous drug use when she was around 18 years old. She came here, to Winnipeg, to escape the drug use and did very well for years.
She used marijuana and cigarettes to self medicate the constant pain she felt in her life. But a little while after we met 7 years ago she got re-introduced to free-basing cocaine. Which, I am so sorry to say, was something I was dabbling in at the time. I have not done that in years but she could not let go of it. I suppose it helped to kill her pain even more.
She was not doing cocaine often, but a couple of years later it started to interfere with our relationship. I had tried to leave several times, but every time I tried she would make a suicide attempt. This turned my life upside down for the next few years.
2 1/2 years ago she hung herself in the exact same way, but I found her in time to save her life. This time I was not so lucky.
She was in a coma for a month the first time and then spent 4-5 months in the hospital doing rehab, learning to eat, walk, and talk again.
There was the promise of a new life for us with no drug use whatsoever.
It was not to be.
She started using marijuana again as she once again became depressed. The people she bought the dope from also turned out to be crackheads who, unbeknownst to me, got her started on crack again.
It got to the point this last May, where I had no choice but to kick her out. She got her own place and then the HEAVY crack use started. She was down to under 100 lbs at 5'5". Her 14 year old son Randy ran away to live with his father (this guy was a total loser, but a better parent than the mother at this time). She lost most of her income, (she was now on disability) with the loss of her son and could no longer afford to live on her own. I took her back once again, hoping to get her away from the drugs.
She seemed fine for a while, but I soon learned she was sneaking crack in my apartment behind my back. I was furious each time, but felt trapped, like I had no choice but to let her stay.
Last Friday we had a big fight when I cam home for lunch at 70 pm ( I work evenings) and I caught her in my living room smoking crack. I called her 'garbage' (I had said so much hurtful stuff throughout the years I regret every word now), and went back to work.
I came home and she was sitting on the couch watching tv, but she was VERY depressed. I went to bed around 12:30 pm and every day she would say "goodnight Honey, sweet dreams", but tonight she said nothing.
In the middle of the night I was awoken by a loud bang, but thought it was nothing, so I went back to sleep. I awoke in the morning to see her hanging in my spare bedroom.
I am so sad it is insane. I really did love her very much, but was trying to get away from all the pain and stress she brought into my life. If she could have escaped her vices I would have loved for her to be my wife.
Is there any way to make sense of such a senseless act?
There was always another way for her, but she just gave up.
I miss her so much.
My g/f (common-law wife of almost 7 years, Nadia) hung herself in my spare bedroom early Saturday morning. I woke up to find her hanging from my chin-up bar on my power rack.
She has a long history of suicide attempts which culminated in one attempt which left her with an anoxic brain injury 2 1/2 years ago and unable to walk properly and affected her speech as well.
She had a very, very bad childhood. Her mother was an horrible alcoholic who treated her badly. Finally her mother couldn't handle having a child and sent her to jeuvenile detention to be raised. You can imagine what she learned in there.
She was from Quebec and became invovled in intravenous drug use when she was around 18 years old. She came here, to Winnipeg, to escape the drug use and did very well for years.
She used marijuana and cigarettes to self medicate the constant pain she felt in her life. But a little while after we met 7 years ago she got re-introduced to free-basing cocaine. Which, I am so sorry to say, was something I was dabbling in at the time. I have not done that in years but she could not let go of it. I suppose it helped to kill her pain even more.
She was not doing cocaine often, but a couple of years later it started to interfere with our relationship. I had tried to leave several times, but every time I tried she would make a suicide attempt. This turned my life upside down for the next few years.
2 1/2 years ago she hung herself in the exact same way, but I found her in time to save her life. This time I was not so lucky.
She was in a coma for a month the first time and then spent 4-5 months in the hospital doing rehab, learning to eat, walk, and talk again.
There was the promise of a new life for us with no drug use whatsoever.
It was not to be.
She started using marijuana again as she once again became depressed. The people she bought the dope from also turned out to be crackheads who, unbeknownst to me, got her started on crack again.
It got to the point this last May, where I had no choice but to kick her out. She got her own place and then the HEAVY crack use started. She was down to under 100 lbs at 5'5". Her 14 year old son Randy ran away to live with his father (this guy was a total loser, but a better parent than the mother at this time). She lost most of her income, (she was now on disability) with the loss of her son and could no longer afford to live on her own. I took her back once again, hoping to get her away from the drugs.
She seemed fine for a while, but I soon learned she was sneaking crack in my apartment behind my back. I was furious each time, but felt trapped, like I had no choice but to let her stay.
Last Friday we had a big fight when I cam home for lunch at 70 pm ( I work evenings) and I caught her in my living room smoking crack. I called her 'garbage' (I had said so much hurtful stuff throughout the years I regret every word now), and went back to work.
I came home and she was sitting on the couch watching tv, but she was VERY depressed. I went to bed around 12:30 pm and every day she would say "goodnight Honey, sweet dreams", but tonight she said nothing.
In the middle of the night I was awoken by a loud bang, but thought it was nothing, so I went back to sleep. I awoke in the morning to see her hanging in my spare bedroom.
I am so sad it is insane. I really did love her very much, but was trying to get away from all the pain and stress she brought into my life. If she could have escaped her vices I would have loved for her to be my wife.
Is there any way to make sense of such a senseless act?
There was always another way for her, but she just gave up.
I miss her so much.
bicepts101
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im speechless
this is such a horrible story
my prayers are definatly with you man
this is such a horrible story
my prayers are definatly with you man
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satchboogie
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my ex killed herself a few months.
we hadnt talked in a few years, but it still stung.
we hadnt talked in a few years, but it still stung.
bicepts101
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satchboogie said:
sorry to hear that satch
man whats up with all the suicides?
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