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As some of you know.. I've been hell bent trying to help what was my fiance try to get better.As I'm writing this I'm in a hotel alone.. everything ended with my fiance because she blamed her condition for everything.I pushed her to seek more help, to do more things, namely to just TRY.Let me be specific.. her remaining options consisted of therapy, psychiatrist, exercise, peppermint gel caps, and any other ideasthe doctors might be able to come up with. I was not the originator of these ideas, many doctors over time suggested each oneand did so one by one.She turned them down.. as it turns out she let her depression get the best of her an take me down with it.She began to miss her ex, her social life, an all the foods she used to eat an things she used to do normally.I wasn't made aware of her emotions until the very end where she ended our relationship where she said she loved her ex again.Granted we fought.. but only because she wouldn't try an her parents were just going to throw me out in august, I was desperate.I tried an tried to convince her.. along with what was already tearing her apart.. it led to her utilizing the arguments as a catalystto support her distorted views such as loving her ex again despite all the worse things he'd done to her than I who just wanted to help.So someones going to ask why am I writing this? to ruin her rep? no.. I just want to share a story of how I was left homeless over tryingto help someone through IBS-C. This is not to say IBS solely can ruin every life.. no it's conditional upon a number of other factors butwithout a doubt it was the primary cause of her degradation that allowed the end to be possible at all which otherwise wouldn't of ever happened.She is otherwise an amazing person.. but as an example of what IBS can do to someone who lets it get to them.. let this be a lesson to all somehow.
