After my last post about how my WAW approached me and we started talking, I felt great. I was starting to read DR again, we were communicating. The talks weren't going so great, we disagreed about quite a few things but that's ok, I wasn't naive enough to think it wouldn't take time and work. But then something happened.
My step son (young adult who lives with me) started acting weird. Temperamental, bad moods, talking to himself. Soon he began sending strange text messages with weird accusations and mean things today to his mother and sister. Eventually he was doing it with me too. He began staying up all night screaming at himself, furious rages that scared everyone. He was keeping weapons in his room and was screaming at the neighbours, accusing people of watching him. I had to spend several nights at other people's homes and had the kids at her place. In time I e was able to convince him to come to a hospital and they forced him to stay for anti-psychotic Meds. It seems he may have become schizophrenic.
During this time, as you can imagine, there wasn't time to talk romance and relationships. She's now on the verge of a breakdown. Somehow I became the enemy for saying I can't help him. He's coming back home medicated part time to my home but were going to have a social worker find him a place to live. It seems I'm unfeeling and cold hearted because I can't live with him anymore. I won't lie, it scares me. There's nothing of reason with the rages. I can't help him and I can't place myself or the younger kids in danger if ever the Meds aren't working or he decides he doesn't need them anymore.
This is beyond square one. It feels like were farther back than ever before. I'm trying to get her to talk about her feelings, work with her on this but she's only doing that with her friends now. I'm disappointed. I thought we'd somehow work together on this but we aren't. I've been mostly on my own with this problem. It's pretty depressing. I wouldn't be surprised if this kills whatever chance we had.
Resentment occurs when we aren't doing what we need to care for ourselves, though we expect others to do it for us.
