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Last night was one of the toughest nights in my life emotionally, my girlfriend had gotten into a fight with her mother, and she took a massive amount of advil hoping to end everything. She called me ten minutes after to tell me she loved me, and told me what was going on, I told her to puke them out. So my friend and I went over there as fast as we possibly could. Everything seemed to be fine between everyone, but her mother didn't know that she had taken the advil. Upon finding out she became really really pissed off at her, and told her to puke it out because she hadn't yet. So she went into the bathroom and started working on vomiting, with no sucess... So we had to give her something do induce it. It took a lot of time, but it happened... Her mother wasn't being very helpful about the whole situation, I remember one part of the argument going like this:

Mother: "Go into the bathroom and stick your fingers down your throat"

Rachel: "I can't, I just can't do it!"

Mother: "Ryan why don't you go do it... you don't seem to have any problem sticking other things in her"

Me: "Wha?"

Her mother is obviously a very unbalanced woman who should seek some help along with Rachel. Listening to her almost made me sick, she really made me angry.

Just watching someone like that wanting to die was the worst thing I've ever gone through. I told her last night that I can't do it anymore, I can't continue on with her like this (This isn't the first time something like this has happend). As soon as I got home I just broke down on my mothers shoulder, she was there for me, and really really helpfull. Not to mention accepting, she didn't knwo I was dating her, and she was okay, but kind of angry, and told me I need to break up with her, which was my plan... I just couldnl't handle it anymore, I thought maybe being with her would help somehow, that maybe I could change something, but I see now that I couldn't have changed anything no matter how hard I tried, she just needs professional help... All in all I keep telling myself that it's life, and s**t happens, and that I'll survive this. It's working... I'm feeling a bit better now.

All in all another Valentines Day spent single and alone.