I thought of one illustration of this when I was reading about GL's tubal pregnancy. I came down with appendicitis when I was 6 mos. pregnant with our D13. It came on suddenly and it was pretty scary since it was abdominal pain and I was pregnant. My H took me to the hospital and they started running tests. They couldn't give me any pain killer because it might have complicated things so I was quite miserable. 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.
This is my dilemma. How can I trust my H to be there for me when circumstances are such that I can't be strong and confident? I suppose you could say that I was strong because I already got through some things on my own, but the fact of the matter is that it really s*cked.
Ahh, Mo. That s*cked slugs on ice.
Some people are emotionally retarded at times. This was one of those times. Your lack of trust is understandable. Trust comes with experiences over time. Have you ever told him how devastating his actions were and did he get it?
