(this topic was first posted on Google Groups)
well, not long after we got here, everyone was glad to see us
obviously.
Joe had not gotten much sleep because it was two days travel and he
refused to let me drive.
...earlier, he was showing signs that something wasn't right. i should
have never taken him to mexico to party. he was the one who bought
some *ahem* party aids.
after that he started getting psychotic. there were "ppl outside my
window ready to kidnap" me and "old boyfriends who would show up at the
door and kill" him.
i kept thinking it would wear off in a few days. it happened off and
on and we made a solemn promise not to party like that again if we
planned to have a long term committment.
...now, he started saying that his mother was a clone and someone was
going to kill me and my son, bla bla bla.
in between trying to handle him and my son, my son almost hurt himself
going down the stairs and we had to go the hospital. my god, he almost
killed us getting there. i kept telling him he was fine but i just
wanted to get him checked out, so there should be no hurry.
while we were doing that, he called the cops so he could tell his
"story" and he kept telling them that everyone he loved was dead. so
the cops contacted "everyone" so, everyone had to come to the hospital.
then we had to go downtown to get him evaluated, so now he has to stay
"overnight" with a court date set for monday.
as for me, i have to raise the money to get back to el paso so i can
start school on monday. his mother told me that he needs time to "find
himself" (which probably means i can never see him again).
i really loved him. it took me three years to find him again, but i
cant go through this, because his mother told me he is highly
suseptible to mental illness and it will keep happening because its
happened before.
i really loved him.
heartbroken
kaykay_mp