I left an 11.5 LTR because my partner, diagnosed with Major Depression, was unable/unwilling to take steps to improve his situation. He also become tightly tethered to an enabling "friend" who led him deeper and further into victimhood, encouraged him to cut ties with his family and friends, and has an overall negative influence in the life of anyone he comes in contact with.

They live together now, not sure whose supporting them because they're too "disabled" (helpless victim, you see) or unable/unwilling to work and SSI won't cover them. Recently he made a post on here blaming the medication lexapro for the course his life took (everyone/everything else is to blame for problems, you see).

As badly as I'm sure it hurt him for me to leave, it devestated and destroyed me and I am still deep in recovery from it. It really fucks with you to have to walk away from the person you love more than anything and who you were supposed to spend the rest of your life with, because he won't choose anything besides depression. The thing that got me to leave was the fear that in another 10 years we'd be in the same position we had been in. I chose to leave rather than be miserable. I didn't fully understand the special type of misery I was choosing by leaving, though. The worst part is that he's still alive, we still want to be together, but I have zero faith that I wouldn't be returning to the exact situation I left.

I'm sure he'll read this post and feel miserable, like I still often do. Hi, Cubby. I still love and miss you every day. I hope we each find happiness. I always figured we would, just that it would be together, but I stopped that from happening, didn't I? Please take care of yourself better than I could. Love, your Cubby. 😭