Fred would threaten to phone my parents when we fell out at times. This was partly the way the hospital treated me. They questioned my parents. And kept me in the dark. I was the last to be informed on my own health. But I know that its protocol to ask if anyone in my family had any mental health illness or issues.But in the end, the doctor I had then shared the conclusion with me and only me. Thanks for that it made a big difference for me.
When we moved in together Fred got even more controlling. It didn't surprise me. A normal loving relationship? One without conditions attached where we helped and balanced out each other. What was that?
Fred would tell me constantly that I would never find a man like him. He would imply that he was burdened with me because he loved me and love is blind. It felt like he was using love as a weapon.
But everyone it felt shared his view so it's no wonder his martyr/hero complex went to his head. No young man in his right mind would stick by a girl that had been a mental patient. That was the wide spread view. And Fred would remind me. It didn't matter who I was before hospital. I may as well have had a terminal illness.