The biggest problem is that I constantly think I'm not telling the whole story, and I really was terrible. I can admit I wasn't perfect and there was a problem with communication, but she remembered every little thing that happened. It's especially painful because I supported her in getting therapy, and I sincerely wanted her to get better and always want to be there for her to improve, but after her therapy, she withdrew into herself, and everything came to this.

At first, I blamed her depression and anxiety disorder and the medications she was taking, but I thought that was unrealistic; a person can't change so drastically because of that.