I worked up the courage (using my random bout of hyperactivity) to finally really talk about the others to my fiance. I showed him the different hand writing in our shared journal and explained my bouts of amnesia along with my moments of co-consciousness. I didn't tell him every little detail but I told him enough.

Let me say that I have a guy I never plan on giving up. At the end, he addressed everyone (most tuned in, I think) and told everyone that he loves them. He held us, kissed us and made us feel safe. Even one of the others that's very self-destructive, severe trust issues and angry at the world; he told her that he cared about her too. He also wanted her to know that he will never hurt her and if she ever wants to come out, he'll hold her like he does me.

Don't get me wrong, my anxiety is spiking because I opened up about this after all of this time. I was scared to death the entire time I spoke. I now feel a bit detached from myself and hallucinated a little, too. Doesn't matter because I finally did it and I have one hell of a fiance. Not that I didn't already feel this way, but after tonight all I want to do is marry this man. I'm still messed up and in no way 'all better', but we accomplished something tonight that I never thought possible.