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Things worked, for a while. And one day, I said something she took the wrong way, and broke up with me. I was driving at the time. I didn't want to go home and have to face my parents, so I pulled over, laid down across my front seat, and I cried for an hour.
Three days later, we were back together. It became a sort of cycle, an ebb and flow. She would start to lose her mind, and her disorders would act up, until she'd tell me she didn't want to be with me any more. I'd retreat into my room for a few days, a week, until she unblocked me, and I'd beg her to be mine again.
Three months, we did this. Three months, she'd build me up and then tear me down. And then a week ago, she told me she wasn't any good for me and didn't want to hurt me. I begged her, literally on my knees in front of her, not to leave my life, not to abandon me like everyone else. But she still did. The next day, I overheard her talking about going to the bowling alley with a guy from the next town over.
