March 9th 2010
I got married to an amazing man, a decision I do not and will not ever regret.
The night before my marriage he was helping me pick out what to wear when he stumbled said "I'm insane" and fell backwards onto a coffee table piled with laundry.
Then he started to laugh. I stared confused, and dazed. We had both taken Ambien to help us get good rest before the good day, and I was not processing anything.
I asked if he was okay and only got more laughter in response. He had grabbed the twin blades that were nearby which I promptly took from him. I had no idea what was going on but knew something was very, very wrong. So when he grabbed the sword I demanded it be given back. He refused. I asked for the sword and told him he needed to lie down. He held tightly and laughed. I knelt in front of him put both hands on the sword and demanded again that it be given to me.
"How are you going to make me?"
I just stared back and he paused and let go. He then let me help him stumble to the bed. He laid down and began laughing and asking to talk to a friend that I knew well, but he used her full name. I remember thinking "He is a completely different person." I was still confused but I called her and told her that my husband wanted to talk to her and I handed him the phone. I was standing a few feet away and I began to hear things like "Why are you asking who you're talking to, you know who this is." Other points in the conversation made me realize. . . he was a completely different person. I heard her say
"He's getting married tomorrow!" and I heard him say
"Oooh, tomorrow should be interesting. I didn't know that."
Eventually she demanded I be handed the phone. He complied and as she spoke to me I watched him.
"I really shouldn't be the one to tell you this but I don't really have a choice. My brother has multiple personalities. This is Mere. He's mostly harmless but does like to get your husband in trouble, so if anything just keep him away from his mom."
"Umm. Okay, well I'm going to deal with this. I'll talk to you later."
So I sat down on the bed a few feet from him, looked in my husband's eyes and saw a different person.
"Hi" I said "What's your name?"
"My name is none of your concern." he said and laughed. He always laughs.
Not much longer and my husband returned. I called is pseudo sister back and handed him the phone. I let her explain what had happened. We laid together and he was upset. He wanted to tell me, but how do you tell someone such a thing? He assured me he would not let me marry him without knowing, and I believe him. He apologized and told me he did not want to make me have to deal with such insanity... he was so concerned for me.
I cried and said the only thing that scared me was the thought that he may not let me marry him.
The next day, very tired, we got married.