Hello, everyone. (For anyone who’s read my previous post, this is not the same person.)
My name is River. And.. My boyfriend’s name was Alex.
He’s now dead.
He shot himself on January 5th, 2014.
I had a complete mental breakdown when I was told the news (the police assumed we had some sort of suicide pact) and I was hospitalized in a psychiatric ward for six days, and prescribed 10mg Prozac along with my 30mg Vyvanse.
I’ve lost almost thirteen pounds. I can’t eat.
I can hardly do anything without becoming dizzy, weak, and/or exhausted.
The last time we communicated was through Skype on January 2nd, and it was an argument. The last lines he sent me were:
“I can’t take this… Life”
“Bye.”
At the time, I assumed he was giving up on our relationship. (Along with an instant gut reaction of “don’t you freaking kill yourself”) For the two months before this, his mother had been causing extreme issues in our lives to the point of us crying out of frustration.
After we spoke, I felt so guilty that I sent an email to him at 2am saying “I love you” and “please don’t leave me”.. He forwarded it to my mom. After this, his mother completely isolated him for almost 48 hours, locking his phone, laptop, bike keys, etc. in the safe.. But leaving his dad’s gun in her dresser.
I feel so guilty, and angry, and desperate just to hear his voice.
His mom had him cremated (I was still in the ward when the service took place)
And gave a catholic funeral service (though he hated being catholic)
And she blames me.
Is it my fault?