Well, Mike and I have know each other for about 7 years. I have know for a while that he was Mentaly Unstable, but had no idea it was like this. His ex-wife is my best friend, and their son and my son would play together, that is how I met Mike. My best friend had some tragic things happen to her and always told me that Mike is crazy and has a lot of problems. I really thought it was what everyone said about their ex. I just blew it off. She got into some trouble a few years back and I thought I would check in on him and their son. It had been a while, but I stopped by.
Mike and his son were standing on the porch. He knew me right away. Well the kids played and Mike and I sat down and caught up (still not knowing the extent of his CRAZYNESS). Well Mike invited me and my son over for the weekend and we had nothing else going on so we went over. Out came the bottle of Whiskey. I had a few drinks, no big deal. He finished the bottle. Then took some pills. I asked "what are those for?" He told me, "I am diagnosied with Paranoid Schizophrenia (among a list of other personallity disorders). We talked a little about it and then went to bed. The next week I went over to his place a few times and he was acting a little strange. I just blew it off till he started begging me to come over and treating me like I was his property. (Remember, this is My Best Friends ex.) I would tell him, Mike I am not interested in a relationship with anyone right now, I just got out of a really bad long term relationship, but I am your friend and I am here for you if you need to talk, scream, or even cry. I should have ran then.
In the last month he has been to the hospital 2 times and to jail one time. Every week it is the same. He wont take is meds and just flipps out. He knows part of what is going on most of the time. The first time this month he went into the hospital, he called a friend of ours and told her that he needed to go in again. Then he was there for a week. He was wanting to kill his Aunt and Uncle. I picked him up from the hospital and everything seemed ok. This was on Monday.
Then on Friday night I went out with some friends from work and was having a really good time and he called me and told me he was gonna go "Make things right, right a wrong." Well I left where I was and was heading to his place to talk to him and he said he couldn't count on me cause I was not there and he was leaving to take care of business. I didn't know what to do so I called 911. They were there quick. I arrived and spoke to the police who told me that he was in the house fixing to leave, he had on a bullet proof vest and knives in every pocket, and pocket full of ammo, that I did the right thing. He was soooo mad at me and wouldnt talk to me. That was ok. I just didn't want anyone hurt or worse DEAD. The police were gonna take him to the Crisis Center to get help, but Mike busted out the cop car windows with his head so they took him to jail instead. What help is that? I just don't get it. He got out the next night and called me to pick him up. I did. I told him that I was disapointed in him and that I couldn't babysit him anymore. I dropped him at home and then this last Saturday I went out with my son before he left for the summer to see his father and Mike called and left a crazy message on my voicemail. I called him back and told him I don't get this, I am not your girlfriend, wife and I am not your property so quit treating me like I am.
