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Heart of Stone

When boys are very young, our Dad seems like a god: all-knowing and all-powerful.  As we age, we see their human flaws, and they gradually descend to human status.  Then we get our hormones, and the accompanying mental and emotional tumult, and we see them as misguided fools.  Gradually, we learn about life and acquire some wisdom of experience, and we see their values again... these values increase with our own age and wisdom.  Eventually, hopefully before they're gone, they're like gods again: so wise, and with the power of age. 

It's beautiful when that circle completes itself.  It sure hurts like Hell when it doesn't.  I remember when my Son thought the world of me; when He looked at me with visions of magic in His eyes.  I remember when He believed everything I said, when He trusted my word, when He looked up to me.    I remember seeing His deep sadness, when He was 10 years old, and not being able to fix it.    I remember seeing the magic leave His eyes, seeing His gradual dismay with my words and my presence.  I remember talking to my Dad about it, and Dad’s words of reinforcement and encouragement: "Nature has a way of making it easier for a child to leave the nest, and for us to let them go."  I should mention that my Son graduated from High School Valedictorian, and was always noted for politeness and consideration of others... He was the kind heart that everyone felt comfortable near... an "Old Soul."  He was always warm and kind to others, but I was an annoying jerk. I knew that was coming; I understood it was a phase; it sucked, but I took it with a grain of salt: He’ll come out of it, one day; He’ll understand someday what He doesn’t understand today.    By the time He was 17, He had little use for me.  I was doing a terrible job of dealing with divorce from his Stepmother, had no self-esteem, and was lost in my own private Hell.  I remember Him referring to me as a loser and my not arguing the point.    I remember when He came back from His first year at college, and his girlfriend told me she needed to tell me something... sometime.    I remember Him telling me "Love you, bye," as I told Him I was going to the store to get a cable for the computer I'd built - first computer I'd built; I had a cold and was sick, but I was excited about being ready to power it up.    I remember coming home 20 minutes later and feeding the stray cat outside a package of Carl Buddig ham.  I don't like cats, and I've always been allergic to them, but this cat was quiet, gentle, pure snow white, bright green eyes, beautiful... a good creature.  I spent five minutes chopping up the ham for it to eat, and putting it on a paper plate behind the utility shed outside.    I remember going to his room to ask if He wanted to see me power up the computer.  He looked like He was asleep, but He had his .22 caliber rifle laying across His chest... then I saw the pool of blood under Him.    I remember an eternity, then.  I don't think it was more than 30 seconds, maybe a minute, I don't know.  The cordless phone was beside Him. I picked it up, and there was a dial tone, or some sound, maybe Muzak, I don't know.  I called 911.    I remember talking and shouting at Him; trying to find a pulse; thinking I needed to go after Him. I remember realizing He was dead, and I didn't know what to do.  I remember kissing Him goodbye. He was still warm.    I remember thinking I should go after Him, bring Him back.    I remember thinking of my Mother - seeing Her see that He and I were both dead.  My Dad had died a year and a half before.  My Son idolized my Dad like He used to idolize me (Grandpas are immune to adolescent tumult; they've already paid their dues).  I know several ways to end my life, without the overt appearance of suicide… but I know what She’d feel. I really don’t want Her to feel that, but I know I won’t be able to keep on much longer.    I remember the Police coming to our home.  I was a murder suspect, but they treated me like a father who'd lost his child.    I remember the Medical Examiner telling me that, though I'd asked to see Him once more before they took Him away... maybe I shouldn't. Something like: “People want to see their loved one a last time, as they were. The process of legal inquiry changes that. I strongly advise that you wait till the funeral home has seen Him.” His eyes clearly stated what he was saying. I remember understanding what he was saying. I still see what I never saw. I know life has more horrible images available, but I haven’t been able to see them; maybe I should try harder.    I remember kissing Him goodbye in the casket. He was too cold.    That was in February of 1999. Within a month, I’d seen that I would be dead within a few years. I’d try to last 10 years, if Mom didn’t pass away before then. I felt no obligation to last more than ten years. It’s now February of 2008. She’s still going pretty strong… I’m on the edge, trying to keep the charade of “busy and occupied.” She knows I’m screwed up in the heart and head. I’m so damn tired of pushing on and trying to keep myself within society’s guidelines. I have to be drunk to sleep. I can’t talk to anyone about this, so I’m talking to you. I’ve said it to myself for so long that the words are inaudible.    I think Dads want to be loved and respected by their kids. We want to instill strength in our kids. I feel like mine died drained by life, empty, alone, seeing no love around Him.    Thanks for listening. Don’t let it hurt you. I’m history. I haven’t really existed for years. I’m just a lesson with a moral that’s not clear to me. I hope you see it and get something of use from it.   
HeartOfStone HeartOfStone 46-50, M 4 Responses Feb 27, 2008

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My My bi-polar fiance' recently committed suicide (on July 12). I am absolutely devastated! I did not see it coming, plus to make it even more traumatizing, I found his body! :(<br />
I did not know he had been diagnosed as bi-polar until after he death, when his family told me. He kept a lot from me. I knew something with him was not right, but I overlooked those things because I absolutely adored him. At the beginning of our relationship he was incredible. He made me feel like the most important person in the world - like a goddess. But as time wore on, his bouts of anger began to emerge. He was also insanely jealous and very controlling. If I even mentioned an ex, he got very mad. He didn't like it when I talked to ANYONE. He was even jealous of my kids! <br />
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The night before he hung himself, we had been in a spat. He left and was in his parents' house in the next town, which was abandoned. He just sat there all night drinking. He ended up drinking a fifth of Rum!! But he kept texting me "if you really love me, come to me" and "I love you" over and over. I felt like he was manipulating me, so I did not return his texts. <br />
Now I regret that to the core of my soul. I feel like if I had gone to him that he would be alive and with me right now. But my counselor told me that maybe if I came, he would have hung himself right in front of me or taken me out first and then himself. Nevertheless, the guilt I feel is overwhelming. I have since been diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome and have been in a psyche hospital twice.<br />
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But when it was good it was incredible! He was a sweet man when he wanted to be. But he left me – knowing I had no job ) I recently been <br />
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Is pathological lying a characteristic of bi-polar people?<br />
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He was such a good liar that I did not even know that 3/4 of what he told me was not true until after his death. That devastated me because I feel like the person I thought I loved and wanted to spend eternity with wasn’t who I thought he was. Part of him was an illusion. He was who he thought I wanted him to be! I keep finding out more and more things he lied about and every time I hear about another lie, my heart takes another hit. It is overwhelming! I loved that man more than I have ever loved ANYONE!<br />
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I'm having to grieve my baby's physical loss as well as the loss of the person I thought he was. It makes me physically ill to even think about it.<br />
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I will never be the same!<br />
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Thanks for sharing!

So much pain,I'm so sorry. But although I don't know you I know that you are compassionate and eloquent and caring. You have a message,a reason to still be here,you may not be sure of it yet but please stick around. I know that more people than just your Mom would be devastated if you died. It seems like suicide has a "cascade effect". When someone we love does it we immediately just want to follow them where ever but that's not the solution. I've lost family members to suicide and I've thought about doing it(I thought HARD about it). I even tried a few times and hurt family,friends and people I didn't even know about. I decided that there must be a reason I'm still around and now I live day by day and deal with things as they happen.If I try to look off in the distance I could get seriously down but over time it's like I'm becoming alive again,I can see colors,appreciate sunsets and taste chocolate. I have times of anger at those people I lost but I'm remembering the good times too and I know it wasn't my fault.Sorry for rambling I hope this makes some kind of sense,I know you said you're already gone,YOU"RE NOT.And it wasn't your fault,you sound like a great father,sometimes things just happen that we can understand but don't give up.

I'm so sorry for your pain. My oldest daughter died by suicide 2 years ago. She was 17. I find myself in a deep abyss of grief and depression. All I want is this pain to end. I don't feel that it will happen in this life. Somehow I find myself surviving another day. I don't want to cause the same extreme pain I'm experiencing on my family, especially my husband and surviving daughter. And yet, I have a constant longing to close my eyes and wake up on the other side because the pain is so great. I self medicate my pain with pot, alcohol and tranquilizers. I know this isn't healthy, but neither is losing your child to suicide. I hope that we can all find peace...whether it's in this life or the next.

You are not alone in the game of life. The turmoil and trials that are bestowed upon you are just the hand of cards you are dealt. In this day and age, everything is a gamble. At this rate, you are winning the pot because you are still here, However, if you lose sight of hope and just give up; those poker chips will simply slip away from you. God has given you a reason to stay alive, use that reason. As you said, "you are a moral and a lesson." By sharing your story and the emotion that invokes it, you can make a difference for another parent, or even a child who wishes to attempt suicide. I don't know you, and I don't think I ever will; but, despite all of life's short comings, know that I love you. May God bless and keep you.