I have officially decided to talk to Brian on Monday, whether he wants to or not. I have been suffering these passed 2 weeks, and I am tired of it. I am angry, sad, and tired of being tired, sick, nauseous, and heart broken.

I am going to try to see if we can salvage our relationship.

I have been praying every day, and often. God says that if you ask, he will give.

I just hope the right words come out and everything comes into my favor.

I had to go to the clinic yesterday and get a liter and a half of IV fluids because I was so dehydrated, and I almost passed out twice yesterday.

I am on reglan now, so hopefully my appetite and energy will come back. I am tired all the time, even though I am getting adequate sleep.

I have lost 7 pounds already from not eating and throwing up all the time.

Lord Jesus hear my prayer- BRING BRIAN AND I BACK TOGETHER.

one week, worst week

Last Saturday, Brian and I got into a fight, our first fight ever in 5 months... and he broke up with me. I am heartbroken, I want to crawl up and die, and I feel like someone has stabbed me in the chest and poured acid inside.

I can't eat. And when I do I get sick.
I have diarrhea.
My hands shake all the time.
I am having awful dreams.
I'm always nauseous, like I am now.

I do not know if I can handle this anymore. I don't want to lose him, but I am afraid. I moved here for him, and I told him this. He of course reminded me that he said that I shouldn't move here just for him, which isn't 100% true.

I moved here to have a job, pay off debts, get student loans paid off, and to go back to school. The cherry on top was this beautiful creature named Brian Cannon.

The first 3 months were picture perfect, if you don't account for the fact that he is going through a nasty divorce and child custody. Other than that, he was everything I wanted.

He liked to snuggle on the couch and watch movies. He was funny and goofy and caring. He wanted to spend time with me all the time.

He told me things that branded my mind, and I will never forget them:

He told me more than once that I made him happy. And he told me frequently.

When my sister was here during Iditarod, he told me 2 things that made me 100% sure he was 'the one'.

1. "I miss sleeping with you."
2. "You are my life."

He even got down on his knee and asked Jessica's permission to date me. He told her he would take care of me, never cheat on me, and never hurt me.

He is hurting me right now.

He is so depressed he is holing himself in his house, not getting out, not doing anything.

He has no motivation to see his daughter.

He plays that stupid Everquest game for hours on end without even sleeping.

He lost his lawyer because he cannot afford her anymore.

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He told me Saturday that he wasn't happy. He also told me he didn't think that being in a relationship wasn't what he wanted to be dealing with right now on top of everything.

I asked him after that, "So, you don't want to be with me anymore?"

And he replied, "It's not that. It's not that I don't want to be with you. It's not that at all."

He gave me a hug goodbye, but wouldn't give me a kiss saying that it would be 'too much'.

I walked home in a daze. The whole time Brian and I were talking, I felt the tears, but they wouldn't come out. I wanted him to see me cry. I wanted him to see that I was hurt.

We had no patients at the hospital for 2 days. So all I got to do was sit and think the whole time about it all day. Of course I was a wreck, choking on my tears, laying everything out in the open.

It somehow got back to him that I said he was depressed. From what I understand, this made him upset, and possibly mad and angry with me.

I don't want him to be mad at me, but I hoped it made him realize that he is sick with depression and that he does need to get help. I know he is worried about word getting back to Marlene that he is depressed, and I also do not want that to happen.

Kay came to e on Thursday, and gave me a hug telling me that she was sorry for my broken heart. It was comforting knowing that she was big enough to do that. She also said that he just isn't over Marlene.

He is over her in the romantic sense, but he is still allowing her to have a hold over what he wants to have accomplished in his life. He just isn't making any effort at all. I wish he could see that the only way he will get what he wants is if he fights for it.

I am fighting for him, because that is what I want. He should fight for custody no matter how hard it is if that is what he wants. He should find a new lawyer, and try harder to get what his side of the story is across so that the judge can grant him the win for the divorce.

I know it is around the time for their anniversary. I am sad that this is such a bad time for him, but Wednesday was supposed to be our 5 month anniversary. And on that day, he went to Stephanie's to get his hair cut. She told me she asked him what happened and all he did was blow her off.

I just wonder if he hurts from the break up like I do?

I am giving him as much space as I can give before I lose it eventually and try to contact him for my own sanity.

I haven't called him, texted him, walked by his house, nothing.

Every time I walked down Front Street, I look straight ahead as to not look left to see his house. I am trying to exercise as much self control as possible.

I hope by giving him space he can see that I am trying to give him the time he needs to think about what I mean to him. Of course, I hope it's positive.

I know now that I have never truly been in love. I know he loves me, even if he can't say it. I know he cares about me.

I just pray he can open up his heart, accept the ones who are here for him, and allow us to be some strength for him through this hard time.

I love him, and I don't want to ever give up on him. I feel some people over the passed week shying away from me, as if since we are not together for now, that I no longer matter.

Poor Stephanie yesterday said she felt like she broke up with me too. She felt very badly that she didn't have room to take me to Council. I hope she lives up to her promise to take me the next time they go.

She even suggested trying to get a hold of Brian and seeing if he would take me there. Sure it's nice in theory, but the wound is still fresh and deep, and I don't know what I will do when I see him next.

I hope I don't throw up. That's all I have been doing since I woke up this morning. The nerves and stress of all of this is making me weaker and weaker. I feel like I am sharing his sickness. I don't know if he trows up all the time, has diarrhea, doesn't eat...

All I know is I sleep, and sleep hard. I am tired all the time. My dreams are killing me.

I don't know how to end this post.

I guess it's really true. If you love something, you have to set it free. If it comes back to you it was meant to be.