The drastic call for change.

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So we both did different things wrong.
Then about 7 years ago he told me unless I got help with the OCD, he would leave me.
Though I have always been known to have suicidal thoughts, this brought them close.
Not long ago I had applied to have DPS, which was denied.
The admittance into a psychiatric unit was left as the only option.
10 weeks in a depression unit to watch me.
6 months in an OCD program.
Too much time amidst the fucked up and the supposedly helpful retards that are there to save us.

He however, came by each day.
Much to the surprise to all the staff.
We do live close-by. But this was strange behavior and showed his dependency on me in a way.
He could have been happy by himself, seeing he did blame me for not being happy.
But he wasn't. Seemed he needed his crazy partner in a way he had not envisaged.

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