my boyfriend has threatened to kill himself numerous times over the last 3 yrs. he was discharged from the navy 3 years ago due to his problems, and he’s been in and out of psych hospitals ever since.
yesterday he threatened again to kill himself. he bought a rifle recently and has told me several times he’s going to kill himself. he threatens and goes through bad thoughts and then he’s ok. i never know what to do. i have called rescue 4 times and they have taken him to hospital. twice while he was still on base. it’s been like this for 3 yrs.
well, i waited till just now to call his landlord. he didnt answer so i left a message. the last time i called one of his landlords, he checked on him and then told him to move out. im very nervous. im dreading this phone call. i dont know if he’s ok, or not. if he is im sure his landlord will kick him out as he isnt a very nice person. im always feeling like this when i havent heard from him and have to call someone. whether it’s a landlord or the police or it’s the veterans suicide hotline. ive developed ulcers due to the constant worry. i dont like to complain as i know he is in a lot of pain. but this is taken a huge toll on me and i dont know if i can do this any longer.
ive tried to break it off with him and he threatens suicide, so of course i go back. what else can i do? it’s so easy for people i have confided in to say to leave him and i he did kill himself, it won’t be my fault. very easy for them to say.
im a nervous wreck right now and vomiting. i cant take it very much longer
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Im so sorry you have to go through this. I hope both you and him will be OK.
I also admire the fact you care and have a heart, coz when I actually tried to end it, it was my wife who caused it to begin with, and she came to the hospital to see me, but told me to my face the only reason she was there was coz my mom cant drive.
At least she was honest.
She lied about all else (aka her double life screwing half the town).
So, thanks for caring about him. I wish I had at least that much.
I haven’t been able to respond until now. No, he was no okay. After calling police in the morning after his landlord told me by law he couldn’t go in his apartment, I waited 5 hours for a call from DPD. I couldn’t stand it so I just started calling Richards cell every 2 mins. Then texting if someone was there to please contact me, that i was the one who called. His call was on, and that’s how I really knew something was wrong. He always turned it off at night. I kept calling and calling and calling. Then at 2:15 I got a restricted call. My heart went to my stomach, because I knew. It was a detective with Detroit Homicide. He kept asking me question after question. I then started begging him to tell me if he was alright. If he was there or not. Sometimes he wold say he was going to do it, then I’d call rescue, and he’d leave before they got there. I was hoping with all of my might that’s what had happened. After about 5 mins of torture, he said, “Richard has succeeded in his plan.” I was like, WHAT? What does that mean??? He just repeated it. I didn’t know at the time that he really didn’t have to tell me because I’m not next of kin. After that I don’t remember what happened. The detective called me again asking me about his family. How to contact them. Richard cut off contact with them 2 years prior. His is a very sad story of child abuse, and he suffered so much due to his ‘family’ I told him their names, because I had to. Well, I decided to contact them thru Facebook. I told his ‘mother’ and her boyfriend. Long story short, he had a huge family. Aunts uncles cousins sisters brothers..etc. Not ONE of them would fly out from Texas ( Richard was in Michigan, near me) to identify his body. NOT ONE. They asked ME. I wasn’t going to, then decided that I’d do it for Richard. So, I did. He used a rifle to his right temple. I had to go to the Detroit Medical Examiners and go in a room and look to a monitor and see his face. It was so bloody and dark it was hard to tell. But I saw his left eyebrow, and I knew. He had arched thick eyebrows. I don’t think I can talk about what happened next. I will be able to in the future I hope. It involves them asking me to go to his apartment to gather up his things and mail them out to them. He killed himself there, so this was even harder for me. I can’t even begin to tell you how horrible this has been. Not only dealing with his death, but his family. My God, how can people act like this? There is a special place in Hell for them all. His body was flown out to Texas, the place of his abuse, the place he said he’d never ever go back to. He was in the Navy,( discharged 2 years prior due to suicide attempts) so the military paid, if they hadn’t, his body wouldve stayed at the medical examiners. They sent me a picture of his viewing, which in the first place shocked me. He shot himself in the HEAD. They had him dressed in a black suit, with a red satin shirt and a black tie with a verse from the bible on it. He was an ATHEIST. He looked unreal to me. Everything he hated was on him. It’s the most horrible experience I’ve ever been through. I’ll never get over it.
Oh my god, ob my god. I am so sorry that you went through that and- God. I am just so, so sorry.