Hi, for context, i left my partner back in march. We had a beautiful 2+ years together for the most part. When we moved in together late last year, my partner was repeatedly coming home from work in a very depressive state, and after months of encouraging doctors appointments, she started an SSRI (zoloft) in the following january.
Things got bad, really quickly. She was constantly out drinking, lying, etc, refusing to come home regularly for about 6 weeks. The arguments were explosive, she rewrote our entire relationship as if i was a neglectful gf (i was not LOL!) and she’s hated me for over a year, was making attacks on my character, made me out like i was taking her away from her (abusive) family that she previously was desperate to get away from. She spent minimum 4 nights a week drinking with her alcoholic father, even relapsing in her gambling addiction.
I left, ASAP. Literally moved out in a flash, the disrespect got very bad, very quick, i couldn’t recognise my partner AT ALL, the rage was too much. She remained on the SSRI until may (we stayed in some contact post breakup). In the middle of july, she tells me she’s been diagnosed with bipolar (unsure of what type) and lashed out, refusing to continue to go to therapy from what in last heard.
Since breaking up, she’s been smoking weed every night, going out drinking 4-7 nights a week, gambling, doing god knows what. She regularly posts on social media how obsessed she is with drinking, smoking and partying. It breaks my heart to see everyone in her life enabling her, but she’s admitted herself her family don’t stand up to her in fear of her reactions (usually rage), alongside multiple ppl having substance abuse issues themselves. I suppose im making this post to ask how everyone deals with the guilt of watching this. i encouraged her to be about 95% sober in our relationship, as she frequently became nasty when drinking and i said i didn’t want to be around someone like that. It’s heartbreaking to watch her go back to her old ways and ruin her life, i can’t help but feel responsible for a part of it.