Ok so I posted here about a week ago. Basically I met a beautiful Brazilian girl online. I flew to meet her when she was on vacation to Miami -first kiss... dance.. best day of my life. I flew to live with her family twice after that. Everything was amazing in person. She then came here to the US to live with my family for a bit. I realized that her parents are sort of abusive and I definitely overstepped a few times in trying to defend her. Then her parents started hating me for religious reasons and probably because I overstepped. I got insult after insults, they started even picking on my weight my weight and then I was shunned for some months. They were really looking to attack me on everything and anything. I didn't handle it well, and I made mistake after mistake. I was under a lot of pressure because I was going to move away from my warm family to a family that treats me like this. Our plan was that I would live in Brazil for some months and then I would move to Israel with her and her family and join the army. It was a ton of pressure but I saw a good future. I saw a bit of their anger issues in my then GF- which concerned me. There were so many times I told her that I was falling into a depression and she wasn't there for me. She told me to cry to my family and stay with them. He was just growing doubtful, angry and impatient as I was telling my family I was leaving them. But I also know what she was going through with her family. She wasn't giving me enough love and support in leaving my family- she started making me feel like they were making me feel.
I should have realized that they are my GF's parents and I should have kissed up more- no matter how they treated her or myself. I think that if I really fought hard enough, I could have fixed everything. The girl was really going to war with her family for me and I let her down. I did really horrible sneaky things to tell the mom off. I sent an anonymous text from a Brazilian number saying she abuses her daughter... I don't know what I was thinking. Right after I did it, I made the mom an entire book filled with pics of her cooking and pics of her with her daughter, but my GF told me its over and on one wants to see the book. After the break up, I sent my ex so many messages and I went into her accounts. She blocked me on everything and I couldn't take what I lost. I don't know what I was thinking.
My family said that the sudden weight gain and the crazy compulsive behavior was from the anxiety medication I was taking. The medication did make me a lot more confident and careless, so maybe it caused me to overstep. When the insults became too much.... I started taking so much of it because I though it would numb me. But I don't know how much of everything I could blame on some medication.
Basically every single person in the world says that I need to move on from this and that there is no fix- and I have to agree. The beautiful moments we shared were so strong. The experiences I had in going to Brazil... My first kiss... My first love... Losing my best friend. The person I spoke to constantly. She always made me such cute gifts. She always cried in the airport when I left Brazil. That feeling someone loves you so much. I really gave her so much of myself and I was always there for her. And she was SO beautiful.
She used to phone I bought her to tell me that she doesn't love me anymore. Just thinking about her with other men... It ended like 7 months ago, but this depression is so bad. I lost all of my creativity. I'm not inspired by anything anymore. I doubt I will ever have a relationship that good. I doubt I will ever meet someone that beautiful or cute. The insults still scar me. Hearing her say that she doesn't love me anymore scars me. The fact that I ruined it and kept ruining it scars me. The fact that there is no fixing it scars me. The fact that I will NEVER see her again scars me. I am trying so hard to work on myself. I have a job. I spend more time with friends. Im working out a lot more. But the depression and the ruminating over what could have been. It doesn't stop. It really doesn't stop. What can I do.
I tried therapy once and it was basically just saying what happened. What can I do. I can't take this depression. It's too much for me. I miss being happy.