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

I’m infatuated with her. <br><br>Utterly infatuated. <br><br>And it wasn’t at a healthy level. It was an obsession. I would think about her every moment she was away. When she was nearby, I would stare. She was everything I had ever wanted. And I was complete whenever she was near. But one day, everything changed.<br><br>It was the first night she ever slept over my apartment. It was also the first real night I heard her talk in her sleep. at first it was cute. She whispered “I love you” over and over again. But then things took a turn for the worse. And she started saying things I couldn’t ignore. <br><br>At first it was slices of conversation. She’d say, “Yes, I understand,” and “No, not like that.” It sounded as if she was talking to someone, and I soon became jealous. Who was she talking to? But I was too scared to get out of bed and soon fell asleep in pure exhaustion from the emotion. It was a terrible feeling. <br><br>The next night was worse. She was speaking in complete sentences, and I was able to make out what she was saying. “Please, stop. You’re hurting me. Why are you doing this?” I prepared to jump out of bed and defend my girlfriend from whoever was attacking her, but then I remembered that we were alone. I became horribly confused and decided to just try to wake her up. But she was sleeping through it. So, I just placed my arm around her and comforted her. She didn’t seem to notice. I stayed up the rest of the night watching her. <br><br>All of this happened three weeks ago. And since then, I’ve heard her say things that I can’t ignore any longer. These are things that I have never heard from her, and I don’t want to ever hear them from her mouth. Things that have shaken my faith in her.<br><br>At first, it was sexual things. I would hear her say “Yes, right there,” and “Don’t stop.” Nothing too out of the ordinary, but it was a bit jarring to be next to her and hear her say these things. But then, last night, she went too far. <br><br>I was sleeping, until I heard her say my name. She said it with anger. Disgust. She said it alongside words I never could have imagined. <br><br>“Go away, James. I hate you. Why do you haunt me so? Go away. I never want to see you again.” <br><br>That’s what she said. But James isn’t my name. I don’t know anybody named James, let alone anybody that she would speak about with such spite. And I’m not going to lie, her words were like a punch to the gut. It hurt. I just lay there and I let the pain of her whispered words run their course. I could feel her disdain running through my veins like my own blood. <br><br>When I finally had the strength to move, I got out of bed and started packing my bags. It was 3 AM. But I didn’t care. I couldn’t stay here any longer. So I left.<br><br>I’m currently sitting in my car, not sure where to go. I know I’m never going to see her again. Not after what she said. Not after the words that left her lips. <br><br>I don’t know who James is, but I know I’m not him. So who is he? And why does she talk about him with such spite? Has she ever loved him? Does she still love him? I don’t know. But it doesn’t matter. I’m gone. I’ve never felt so cut off from another human, and I don’t think I ever will. She ruined that.<br><br>James could be anyone, anywhere. But he’s not me. And I’m never going to be him.