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Discussion
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Hello. I hope it’s ok, I’ve also posted this on r/spirituality for more insight.
I’ve been just trying to get a grip of my reality within the last 2 weeks. For context, my boyfriend was in a fatal car accident on the 12th. He took my car while drunk, unbeknownst to me, as he told me he had a ride. I would never have let him drive. Not the point. Anyways, he woke me up super drunk around 1:00 AM and just asked a bunch of weird stuff..idk….just drunk I hope..but, basically he was letting me know he was going out to eat with friends. I was barely awake during this conversation, and immediately went back to sleep once he left.
After I went back to sleep, I woke up later with the biggest gut feeling that something was wrong. My stomach and chest were physically hurting, almost like an anxiety attack. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something inside me knew that I needed to get ahold of my boyfriend. I called him immediately, to be answered with a dead phone. Once I heard the voicemail, I texted him: (1:14 AM) “You’re dumb for leaving drunk with a dead phone when will you learn”.
I received his death certificate and quickly realized that 1:14 AM was his exact time of death. I’m heart wrenched that I “knew” somehow before I actually knew. I was heartbroken to think that I maybe could have somehow saved him. And that my last message to him ever was so mean.
I don’t know how to process this, if anyone has any insight that would be great…
P.S,
I don’t know if it matters, but when I received the news of his death I looked at my phone and it was 3:33 AM. I also don’t know how to process that.
Edit: It may be helpful to note that, I confided in him last December that I felt he was my soulmate and that I’ve known his soul before. (Not trying to have a religious discussion). But, we were on shrooms and I feel like I could see and felt his soul and the familiarity. We also dated when we were young. We were very in love at such a young age, but we reunited 7 years later (around last November)