I don’t live with my partner—he’s about 1.5 hours away (on a good run). I’ve been dealing with low-level pain for the past week. I have endometriosis, so that’s nothing unusual. But yesterday, the pain became so acute that I ended up going to A&E.
I tried calling my partner, but he was busy, and by the time he called back, I couldn’t answer. After the assessments, blood tests, and a scan, I messaged him to let him know I was in hospital. I told him the pain had gotten so bad I needed to get it checked out, and that they’d diagnosed a ruptured ovarian cyst and an infection. I reassured him that I was okay, just under observation for a while, and said I’d be allowed to go home later. I also said I’d call him as soon as I could.
His reply was something along the lines of, “Oh, that’s terrible, etc. Please call someone else to help because I’d be a few hours. Does anyone know you’re there? What have they said?” And to be clear—I didn’t necessarily need him to come. But what hurt was that his first instinct was to tell me to call someone else. He didn’t even offer. That’s what really got to me.
Later, when I was finally home around 10 p.m., I mentioned how I felt. He said, “Okay, I’ll come now, but I’ll probably fall asleep at the wheel… I’m setting off now.” Then he disappeared for 15 minutes, didn’t answer his phone, and I felt this rising anxiety thinking he’d already left and was on the road exhausted and would have an accident. Eventually he picked up and I told him not to drive..
Im being over sensitive aren’t I?