My girlfriend talks in her sleep. She's been saying the most horrible things recently...

I’m infatuated with her. Her smile is the first thing I think about every time I wake up. Those eyes are my dojo, my happy place. Every time I see her my heart beats faster. When we go out, I can’t stop looking at her. I’d do anything for her. I love her more than I loved myself, more than I loved my own family even. And one day she was gone. I still have no idea what happened, how it happened or who to point the finger at. I was in a haze after her death. I couldn’t eat, work or sleep. I couldn’t think about anything that didn’t have anything to do with her. My relationship fell apart. Then my job, family and friends followed. Eventually all I had left was my little house on the lake and a shattered heart. I spent my days drinking alcohol and playing video games. I couldn’t let her go. But then one day, I woke up and she was there. At first I thought it was the alcohol. But when I woke up the next day she was still there. And the next. And the next. I was so happy. I thought the universe had given me another chance. But things were different this time around. She wasn’t the same girl. Far from it. But I didn’t care. I loved her more than life itself. And I wasn’t about to let her go again. \----------- When we first got together, it took a long time for her to open up to me. She had been a victim of domestic abuse and held that baggage for a long, long time. So even though things felt different this time around, I thought she needed time. I’d take her to the lake, walk her around my small cabin. Talk about anything and everything. I’d show her pictures from before, tell her stories about my family, her family, our friends. At first she’d just stare in the void, not saying much. But after some time she seemed to ease up a little. She’d say a few words here and there, ask me questions. One day we were walking on the shore when she asked me who she was. I thought of it as a joke, but she said she was serious. She didn’t know who she was or where she came from. She didn’t know she had been my girlfriend, I assumed she just didn’t remember. I told her that she was my girlfriend. It was the first time I said that in what felt like an eternity. She asked me what her name was, I told her. She didn’t react, just nodded. I thought that maybe she was faking it. Maybe she remembered and wanted to punish me. Maybe I did something that made her forget. Maybe she didn’t like me anymore. But she was all I had. Even if she didn’t love me anymore, even if she hated me, I didn’t care. I’d do anything to keep her with me. I’d give my life for her. And I did. I even sold my house to keep her. I think it’s wrong to blame a person for who they are. Everyone was born the way they were born and raised the way they were raised. But that didn’t change the fact that she wasn’t the same girl I once knew. At first it was little things. She’d usually always meet me in the middle in anything we did. If I wanted to watch a horror movie and she wanted to watch a romcom, we’d end up watching some tv show we both knew we would like. But now she’d always get her way. It was as if she never learned to compromise or share things. She was also very demanding. If I didn’t do exactly as she said, she’d throw a fit. If I didn’t get her the exact thing she wanted she’d call me names. I remember once I wanted to break up with her but I didn’t have the courage to do it. I guess I just loved her too much. And she could feel that. It’s as if she knew I’d never leave her. I’d do anything for her. That’s why she could do whatever she wanted. She knew I’d endure anything for her. I want to reiterate that I was fully aware of this. I knew she was Lang. I knew she was using me. But I didn’t care. I’d live with it. I’d die for her. But something was off. She’d go on these episodes where she’d just stare into space. She’d randomly play with her hair, or sit in silence for hours. Sometimes she wouldn’t say a word for days. I assumed she was a kid who died young, or someone who was mentally ill and nobody wanted to take care of them. I’d try to talk to her, but she wouldn’t reply. I’d do anything to make her happy, but it seemed like nothing made her happy at all. I'd do anything for her, but nothing made her love me. One day I had enough though. I sat her down and talked to her. Told her all I did for her, how much she meant to me. How much I was willing to do for her. I told her I’d do anything for her, anything to make her love me. But she just stared at me. Unresponsive. If I couldn’t make her happy in any way, at least I should keep her safe. I thought. I didn’t work anymore, so I could always be there to protect her. My family and friends were gone, so I didn’t have to worry we’d argue and I’d have to choose between them and her. I kept her safe from people she might meet. I never let her talk to strangers. I never let her leave me out of sight. I was with her every single day. And it was enough. I was calm. She was with me and that was all I cared about. One day, I was lying in bed and she was sitting next to me. I talked to her for hours. I wanted her to know how much I loved her. I wanted her to know everything. I told her about how my parents abused me, how my friends betrayed me. How I don’t trust anyone but her. How I’d give my life for her. She listened without saying a word. She didn’t react. She just listened. I talked until I fell asleep. And that’s when she said it. “Can you wake up now? I don’t like looking at your disgusting face.” I woke up sweaty and with a pounding headache. I looked around, I was in my bed but I didn’t remember going to sleep. She wasn’t there. I was alone. Was it a dream? My head was pounding, I had to go drink some water. I stood up and walked to the kitchen. She was there. This time she was smiling. She smiled when she saw me. “Hey baby. I made you breakfast, I thought you’d like it.” I was in awe. I didn’t know what was happening. She’d never called me baby before. She’d never cooked for me. We sat down to eat. I didn’t finish my food, I was still in shock. “Did you like it?” She asked. I didn’t know what to say. “I know you didn’t, you never finish your food.” She said. “I mean, it’s really good.” I said. She smiled. “It would be better if I actually made it though, huh?” She said. I wasn’t sure what she meant, but she stood up and walked out the kitchen. I followed her. “Hey, what’s your name?” She asked. I stopped in my tracks. “I thought you knew.” I said. “I know I know, dumb question.” She said. She stopped and turned. She was looking right at me. “You know, most of the time when you talk in your sleep it’s okay.” She said. “Oh?” I said. But she was already gone. I looked around, she wasn’t there. I thought she was playing a prank on me. “Where are you?” I said. There was no reply. I looked around the entire house. I couldn’t find her. I sat down on the couch, waiting for her to come back. After a while I fell asleep, out of boredom. I don’t know for how long, but when I woke up she was back. She was sitting next to me, with a smirk on her face. “Wake up, baby.” She said. “What’s your name?” I asked. “Of course you don’t remember.” She said. She ignored my question. “Most of the time when you talk in your sleep, it’s okay.” She said. I was frustrated. “Stop playing games with me.” I said. “I’m not. You should listen to yourself though.” She said. I was about to talk, but she was already gone again. I couldn’t find her in any of the rooms. I didn’t know what to do. I just sat on the couch and waited. After a while she came back. “I’m hungry, make me something to eat.” She said. This time I didn’t say anything. I just stood and went into the kitchen. She sat on the couch, looking at her

My girlfriend talks in her sleep. She's been saying the most horrible things recently...

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