
Originally Posted by
KimboHalfSlice
I broke up with her because she kissed a drug dealer on the lips right in front of me, in a room full of people, in a bar in downtown Manhattan, New York City. Even her sister and father were on my side (or at the very least they thought that my colossal apocalyptic rage was justified). A year or two afterward I sat in front of a psychiatrist explaining how I wanted to kill her. My rage spilled over when she tried to throw it back at me, even saying "I sincerely think you have a chemical imbalance". That's when I decided to contact her ex and sabotage her divorce, and I still wasn't satisfied after that, I sent her nasty texts, emails, even letters to her family home. At one point I was drawing coffins and gravestones and writing her name on them, telling people how I would love to watch her hang. Yes I realise how messed up I was. When I was in rehab, one of the guys sat with me after group therapy and said "If a psychiatrist heard you talking like that, you'd be sectioned", to which I replied "I was sectioned 6 years ago", and he said "I bet you were". I've come a long way since having those kinds of thoughts and engaging in such nasty behaviour. Now I'm tip-toe'ing around the idea that I may have been a contributor to her suicide.