Well, being left by the one man I gave my entire heart to and being completely rejected is definitely something that resonates with me! I'm a messy puddle today. But H has been mean and totally crushed me on purpose. I look forward to the day I've built up enough strength that I have walls high enough to protect me.
I do wonder about one thing, though. Stitches? I probably wouldn't let him know. But a bone tumour? That sounds really serious. I'm pretty sure I would inform my H by an e-mail, if nothing else, unless my D had expressly told me not to. Learning about stitches after the fact would be a bit annoying, but he deserves to be left out of that. But, not hearing about something so serious could really put a dent in future reconciliation if he were to learn about it from somewhere else.
It's hard to know what to share and what not to share, isn't it? H and I still text too much, I think, but since I have to share part of the house with him, it's all about when he plans to be here. He chooses to be difficult, and it takes so much longer than it needs to.
