For background, please read my post "Somebody help me please."
She was released from jail at 7am Saturday morning. She wanted to come over and pick up her personal belongings. I agreed to that. When she arrived, restraing order on the front door, I did let her in.She wanted to take a bath and then a nap before packing. I agreed to that as well.
When she woke up she started telling me how much she loved me, how she wanted a life with me, how sorry she was, we can make this work, yada, yada, yada. "Please let's go to Court Monday and resind the restraing order," she said. Like a sap, I fell for it, thinking that if we can make it through this, we have a solid relationship that can withstand anything.
Wrong.
After a few more hours of sleep, she once again became semi-violent and had changed her mind about 'us.' She wanted to dress up, go out to a nightclub and meet someone who would take her in. In order to defuse the situation, I left and drove to the Police station where I requested an escort back to MY house to enforce the restraining order. The cops were polite, professional yet stern. They allowed her to remove whatever she could (which was most of her stuff) within one-half hour and vacate the premises. She did. She was dressed like she was going to a Halloween party, or at the very least, and 18 Y/O rock and roll groupie from 1985 (She's 48).
I haven't answered the phone today and there have been some hang-ups. She has a car, some money and credit cards. She won't be homeless.
She was/is sucidial. She DOES have a mental illness, by her own admission yet refuses to take her meds or get professional help.
Either:
A- She met some guy last night that would take her in for sex,
B- She was arrested again for whatever reason, or
C- She finally did herself in. (Sucide)
How did things take such a terrible turn for the worst? A week ago today we were looking at houses together. All I wanted to do is build a nice peacefull life with her. I was falling in love with her. Am I that damn desperate for a relationship that I have to put up with this? I'm a good-looking guy that gets hit on all the time, but I seem to hook up with the nut-cases.
Until I meet a *fairly* sane woman, I think I'm happier alone. I'll just work on myself. Kinda sad though, we *could* have been great together. I hope she's OK....
Opinions please?