OK, enough being nice about this.... HELLO PSYCHO, I'd say we all know you want to get that chance in person, but don't ya think after x YEARS you have a pretty damn good sign that it is not meant to be?? Get help man.
This is so messed up. I really would like to know this girl's name so we can forward this thread to the authorities when she turns up dead...and in pieces.
yes you are a stalker my friend....my gf email dumped me last friday...as much as i want to see her, I'm not .....just gotta control yourself sometimes..
Okay you got me, i should have just said the truth and now the more i try and leave holes, the more fake it sounds. I aint a troll. The weekend b4 she was to come to see me. I was supposed to PT on Saturday morning but i said ***** them b/c it was my weekend and i was off. Yes, i had a problem with authority at times. I went off to party and met up some friends that night, i remember it clearly. We were going into a strip club when i got a voice mail from her. She was crying. I couldn't let her be like that so i sat outside on the Waikiki strip as they went in the club. I told her about my day and she got mad saying i was gonna get in trouble and that she was coming in a weekend and i couldn't *** it up(she was a Marine as well, that's why she knows about that stuff and why she was on that website) . She gets sad and tells me not to hurt her and i promised her i wouldn't and that everything will be okay and we will meet next week. I come to base Sunday night and Cpl Douche is waiting in my room, tells my roommate to get out. Starts b****in at me and the usual military, i outrank you and am better than you in your face attitude. I say whatever, i had already filled a form to go on leave the Friday so i can spend all Friday and the rest of the weekend with her. They tell me i can't and im not allowed to leave base and i will be on duty all weekend. I get furious. At this point everyone knows i like this girl and were meeting up and i told him no one is stopping me. I left base. Cut off contact with everyone. I called her and told her what was happening and she got really upset. And i still remember like it was yesterday. ....*****...i get so sad thinking about it...she said..."You promised you wouldn't hurt me" ....oh man...her voice...she then hung up. I let her down so bad. At the time i was laying on a bench, beautiful paradise around me in Hawaii, but everything became dark suddenly. I didn't even call her back. I put my phone in my pocket and just starred at the sky for hours. I had a hotel and was expecting my check at the time. So i checked my account and they didn't pay me. Now i become furious and crushed at the same time. I take all the cash i have, pay the hotel for that night and spend the next 4 days sleeping on the beach, spending my money at night on Jack Daniels and..........prostitutes, one of which i started cryin and told her i couldn't do it anymore and we talked for the rest of the hour about what was happening. It was over as far as i knew, it was all gone. On the fifth day, i walked to the movie theater, watched 4 movies in a row. When i walked out, i noticed my dad was calling, hadn't spoken to him in like 6 months so i answered and he told me my CO contacted him and told him i went UA. My dad begged me to return. After a few more hours, i ran into some of my brothers on the beach and they begged me to return also. At this time i don't even look like a Marine. Stubble, and bags under my eyes and a walk like a puzzy zombie. I kept asking them to find me some drugs so i can fail my test and get off the island. I felt trapped. I didn't do the drugs and returned to base to find that same Cpl Douche that everyone hated in my room. He grabs me and starts pushing me to the wall rather violently. I tell him to stop and he starts spitting in my face and pushing me harder. I snap as i know anyone wouldn't be treated like a dog. I pushed him against the door. Punch him in the face. Grab him and swing him down to the ground in which he hit himself on the bed post and started bleeding. I start choking him out on the ground. I still remember his eyes of desperation as he panicked for breath and i was screaming at him that i needed out. I took another look at him and i let him go, disgusted at myself. I walked to the mirror and just looked at myself wondering what was coming over me. I was the talk of the barracks for the rest of my time there b/c everyone wanted to hurt him but i didn't want to and that's what hurt me the most. For the next few weeks i go through drug tests, i talk to the company chaplain or whatever but i thought it was ridiculous. I kept telling him im not religious so this would not help. But he insisted of blabbering on about god for hours. I told him if he wanted me to open up, he should have approached me as a brother Marine not some god worshiper. My CO asks me what i want. My mind was made. I told him i want out of Hawaii and back to Cali or out for good. He yells at me that ill never get out and he will make life hell for me for the remainder of my contract. B/c the Marine Corps has no medical field. I was sent to Pearl Harbor to talk to the Navy docs. Complete waste. It took like 4 hours to finally talk to the psychiatrist. I told him about what happened and the girl and how i wanted to be transferred to CA. He said he couldn't do that and he said "Look, Do you want to stay or want to go home, those are your only options." "Send me home you d*ck" were my final words. He writes down personality disorder after about 8 minutes of talking to me and i go through a fairly quick processing to get out over the next few weeks in which i could participate in training or carry my weapon. All my brothers loved me and begged me to stay but i had made my mind. They wanted me to go to Okinawa with the company and it would be a blast. I wanted only to be in Cali. I go home to Houston with plans to move to Cali. I have not contacted her in a while. A few months later, my mother calls and asks did you see the news? 30 Marines and one Corpsman died in a helo crash in Iraq. She said they were from Hawaii. I didnt think much of it since i knew my Company was ordered to the Pacific and said there was no chance of going back to the middle east. I watch the news a bit later as they release the names of the victims. The horror and deeper depression i sank into as i watched photo after photo of my platoon and others from my company that i didn't know as well but saw every day.....my closest friend i had there was one of the last pictures to come up. I sank so low. Never forgiving myself. I wanted to stay and have died with them in battle. Then the reports of it being mechanical problems and it happened during a sand storm. A freakin sand storm man...... Here i am alive....some poor boot got the ****ty end of it by replacing me in the platoon. Surely he is dead. I finally contact her several weeks later and tell her whats happened. She lifts me up and tells me i have to live each day like they would want me to. Her light shines on me at this point more than ever b/c i realize how sad she still is of what happened and that she has a good heart. I feel at peace when she speaks to me from now on, so i lift her up and make her happy again. I feel calm, i make it my mission to find her and take her pain away b.c taking her pain away takes mine away. Bash away.
You don't get discharged on personality disorder for fights or for going UA. You would get put on restriction or spend a stint in the brig. Personality Disorder discharges are usually for people who have nervous breakdowns... or more commonly for people who threaten suicide.
Shut your suck man. You don't know *****. She knows i would never hurt her and this is the only ***** i wont stand for. Bash me and only me but don't say ridiculous crap like this man. Way out of line.
I just read your explanation, and now I am certain you are making all of this up. I was in the military. They don't do stuff like that there. A superior waiting for you in the room at night? Nobody babysits you in the military.... no one is gonna wait for you in your room even if you are past curfew... or late for a watch. And, chaplains are religious, but you can go see one like a counselor. They don't talk about god all day if you are not religious.
Wow...seriously dude, you need some help man. I dont want to seem like an *******, but if you want contacts of some good therapists, dont hesitate to email me. I am worried about you brother.
Right. Whatever you say guy. This Chaplain went on and on about god is all i needed. And Cpl Douche lived in the baracks, had word i was coming. My dick roommate who rarely even spoke let him in all the time. I recieved an NJP prior to them sending me to see the Docs.
It very well could have but not totally sure on that. They were all part of the 31st MEU But as far as i know it was all from K-Bay
A psychiatrist needs to get involved here...the more the OP speaks, the greater the need for some sort of intervention.
of all things in this thread, that's what you're going to question? That's probably one of the few things that kinda makes sense
I watched her grow through pictures from a 3 month old baby into a beautiful 5 year old girl. Whats not to get?
