UPDATE:
I know you all love an update.
I am 28 weeks pregnant. He moved out end of August. We sort of hobbled along as I was curious to see if moving out might be a catalyst for change and personal growth. Found the last couple of months stressful, won’t hear from him because he’s been out 3 nights in a row in his new town. Or he’ll go out in my town and ride to me at 2am on his bike, get into bed and sleep all of the next day. Still doing some icing powder as I now like to call it.
Why have I tolerated this? Not entirely sure but I wouldn’t say I’ve tolerated it blindly. I appear to be more maternal than I thought and whilst he has annoyed me with his I know better attitude, I can also see he’s in quite a bit of pain and needs to up his antidepressants as well as start therapy. I’m not his mother or his keeper, but he doesn’t actually have anyone other than me. Maybe I’ve switched off or am just not bothered by what he does in the sense that it’s not upsetting me but I’ve just been making sure he he takes his meds and sees the doctor regularly.
HOWEVER, if you remember in my first post I was worried that when he disappeared for a few hours he had potentially had an accident which is why I checked in with the police. I was worried he’d had too much to drink and lost control of his bike.
Guess who smashed into a big black metal fence at 50mph going round a corner last week? Not intoxicated I might add but had had 2 beers which reduces reaction time and despite him saying 2 beers is fine, clearly fucking isn’t when you combine it with driving in the pitch black on a country lane at 3am
Guess who has broken his back and spent 8 hours in a neck brace in A&E. Guess who spent 4 days on a ward with very old sickly men, panicking because he has PTSD from watching his parents die in hospital.
Guess who could have died, or severed his spinal column and been left paralysed.
He is a fucking idiot. Oh and wouldn’t you know, he wasn’t allowed home unless he had someone who can care for him for two weeks. I’m still moving house, I have 5 days left to empty the rest, clean and paint. The painting he was supposed to be doing to say sorry for “abandoning me”.
and I quote “I think I’ve learned my lesson now”
sure buddy sure.
couldn’t make it up.
one last hilarious tidbit. Nurse asked how many weeks pregnant I am, I said 28. She asked what are you hoping for, the dickhead who walked out on me said “I was hoping for a boy, but it’s a girl. I’ll love her just the same”
my head snapped round so quickly I think we both have whiplash