Well I let my mind get the best of me I guess. My fiance and I have been having issues for months now. Long story short...I believe he's cheating on me. Years ago I became a "crazy stalker chic" over my ex-husband. It ended badly to say the least. 
   Anyway, even though I have a really strong gut feeling that my current SO is cheating he is adamant that he's not. This past Saturday he told me he was sick of me constantly accusing him. Also that because of all my accusations, he has lost all desires to have sex with me and doesn't even want to touch me. That pushed me over the edge. 
  So I grabbed my bag with all my meds in it. Got my trazadone, I know. The other bottle I'm unsure of. I took all my trazadone and a hand full of whatever was in the other bottle. Yes..I wanted to die..
  He works 3rd shift. He went to work anyway that night and the next night. He says he loves me with all of his heart but why would he go to work and leave me without knowing if I would live through the night??