Quote: It got to be late in the evening and they still hadn't determined what was wrong. MY H DECIDED THAT HE NEEDED TO GO HOME AND GET SOME SLEEP. They couldn't get him or my parents on the phone when they decided I needed surgery, so I had major surgery while 6 mos. pregnant all by myself at the hospital and nobody even knew I had surgery until I woke up the next morning. If that story didn't get the hankies out, let me mention again the fact that 2 days after my father died I was sitting on our living room sofa weeping. My H remained at the other end of the sofa and wouldn't even give me a hug when I asked for one.
Oh God, this absolutely breaks my heart. I wish one of the current or former LDs reading this board would please try explain this behavior.
Truly, I don't see how you can trust him.
A few weeks ago, I was having some strange symptoms in the afternoon at one of my client's. A guy there-- a colleague-- offered to take me to the ER. My bf was working in the garden at my house about 40 miles away. I called him and told him what was up. I didn't really want him to come right then, and that's not what my post is about. My post is about how this practically total stranger from work went with me to the ER, sat with me for several hours while they determined I was having an attack of hypoglycemia. This guy was SO sweet to me, didn't act bored, didn't act like I was ruining his day, didn't chide me or make me feel like a hysterical female. Several times I told him he could leave if he wanted to, but he insisted on staying-- he was so cheerful and supportive the whole time. I doubt if I could have expected that totally supportive attitude from my bf.
