>> |
Anonymous
I also once had a girlfriend who constantly threatened to kill herself. She was extremely emotionally fragile, and was always seeking confirmation. She simply couldn't stand it if she were ignored, even though she was never particularly unique or extroverted or outrages or even talented. Whenever I got back to the apartment after work, she'd be lying in bed with another overdose on sleeping pills or the like. The first time it happened I flipped out, called an ambulance, called her parents, called all my friends. She was released the next day, and we had a long talk. She said she felt neglected, and poured her soul out about her supposedly tortured childhood.
Well, it didn't stop. She'd do it again, and again, and again. Every few weeks or so I'd come home to her mumbling into her pillow with pills theatrically sprawled across her night-stand. She'd love our little talks, and having the whole of her friends and relatives trying to work out the cause of these actions. Me? I worked it out. Did she really want to die? No. She wanted attention. So one night, I payed full attention. Instead of rushing to the phone to call an ambulance I went into the kitchen and got a chair. I sat and watched her. I watched her for thirty minutes or so until she turned around and looked at me. She gave me a blank look at first, but as the minutes rolled by she soon realised I wasn't going anywhere. I wasn't going to get the phone. Her eyes widened. Fear, even full of pills it can still be felt. I smiled and watched. She fell asleep.
It was three hours before I called an ambulance.
|