From Knowsbleed:
Take yourself... myself and 2 other Hypesters and tell a short tale about a heist gone bad.
This will be the topic of a future "Adventures Of Lightning Strykez!" Essay Thread okay? It's too lengthy to post here.
If you are ready to divulge... what went wrong in your relationship recently? Just FYI... I recently ended an 11 year relationship/9 year marriage as well... so I know how hard it is.
The Cliff Notes version of it is pretty simple and yet also complicated. Back in the spring I was in a very bad car accident. Dave and I, along with his sister and her husband were coming back from seeing
Star Trek at the movies. Another man (who we later learned was driving under the influence) ran the blinking red light and smashed the passenger side of the car. Dave's sister was in the passenger seat in front of him. Even though the air bag deployed, she was killed. We rolled over and Dave was put in a coma. His brother in law suffered a broken femur (sp?) wrists, and ribs. As I mentioned, his sister was lost instantly. I was the only one that didn't sustain really serious injuries. I had maybe 3 or 4 just scrapes and bruises and that's it.
Well, once David came to, he was...different. He was (understandably) extremely angry and full of grief. But even though he knew that I was in no way to blame for the accident it was as if he somehow resented me for not only surviving, but also walking away almost unscathed. One of the first things he said was "Where are
your scars?" I was like WTF?
I was totally supportive of the family--I practically lived at the Hospital and stayed by his side. But it wasn't enough. It was like he took his grief out on me. He treated me in this cold aloof way. Once he lost his temper and started throwing s*** and he said, if anyone should've died, it should've been me over her. He was having like a meltdown. And I realized that that was just high-strung erratic emotion talking and not the "real" David so I tried to let extreme comments like that pass. But it got worse and worse.
He totally withdrew from me and after several weeks told me that he just wanted to be alone and that my constant presence reminded him of the whole thing. This behavior really screwed me up mentally because I would've thought that me being there--as a survivor like him--would've given him comfort. But it didn't. It repelled him.
So after 11 years we split up. He will be holding on to the New York townhouse. I have the place in Michigan and we're still deciding on what to do with our house in California. To be honest? To this day I still don't know what the hell really happened. I can't even understand it. He is still extremly passive/aggressive. In fact, once we "accidentally" had sex and I thought that was a sign he was coming around but it wasn't. As soon as it was over, he literally got his stuff and left again.
