I personally was abandoned during my last hospitalization for symptoms my husband caused by not coming home after a gig he started DJing because after fourteen years with a company as an employee then general contractor then back to employee fired him for abusing his authority as a supervisor.
At first there was no issue at the weddings and his first regular gig. He came home ASAP and would text me loving words and reassurance. After all we dated and lived together for four years before we actually married he understood how I worked and as long as he got right back to me within a few hours I was ok.
Then he started another regular gig that slowly over a year and a half, of the end of our nine year relationship, he started going long periods without checking in. Then he started making excuses as to why he couldn’t come home until later than normal like 3:30 am even though the bar closed at 2 pm and he was not an employee so he could leave when he wanted.
Eventually the time became 4 am until it was 8 am. And no calls to let me know he was alive unless I threatened to come up to where he was and make a seen. Then it was my fault for not trusting him because he was just playing pool with his friends.
I couldn’t sleep until he came home since we first moved in together and no matter how far he went if he had to stay over night he took me with him. Because he had gone to all my dr appointments regarding my DID and learned the caring and feeding of ‘us’ over six years before he checked out emotionally on us.
I was lacking sleep, my alters were yelling at the alter that wanted him, married him and fought to stay alive for the love that I was given.
I was working a regular job because he lost his job even though I was legally disabled and were both advised by two separate doctors who strongly advised that I not work in a public setting but to go back to working for myself doing skin where it was one on one and I was less likely to switch during an interaction because I would be more relaxed in a relaxing environment to work in and be in charge of if I was having a bad day. Once in 2005 and once during a pre-marital counseling session I insisted on before I would marry him because I was scared of exactly what happened would happen.
My husband texted my sister that he moved out after he left our family counseling meeting that afternoon where he cried that my meltdown made him feel unloved and promised he would go to marriage counseling when I went home.
She gave him until that evening at 10 pm when the phones were shut off to tell me himself. At 9:30 pm My sister called and three way phoned me with my best friend of 28 years to ask if he had called and I said not yet and asked why only to be told what she was told.
I went into shock and called him and did everything a wife would do when devastated by such news I cried, I asked questions he wouldn’t answer and he promised to come get me the following afternoon when I lied and said I would be released and when ‘Rachel’ finally hung up just before it was automatically disconnected and went hysterical and requested to be sedated before Jackie came out and hurt us.
Before the meds arrived the others had their fill of hysterics and elected the ‘host’ to take charge and ripped ‘Rachel’ out of ‘the chair’. Suddenly the tears instantly stopped there was no headache because ‘the host’ was not the one who had been crying and the redness disappeared. I know this because it is in my medical chart and pieced together from my sister and friend. ‘Rachel’ won’t discuss what was said with him and none of us were ‘present’.
We put ‘Rachel’ to sleep and our meds were given to us.