maybe i will explain a bit.. i need to vent.
seven months and i never once saw where he lived.. i lived an hour and a half away from him, and he lived with his roommates who fought a lot.. so he came to see me. i started school this year in the same ity he lived in. he was here for a few days before he jetted off to california.. and no matter how hard i tried.. he wouldn't let me go see him where he was staying. i never met/talked to his roommates.
on a day we got into a big fight over this, he told me that he found out he had cancer.
on the day i broke up with him because he was starting to disappear for days without so much as texting me, he told me that he found out his stage 2 colon cancer had progressed to stage 3. this was only a week after he originally was diagnosed with stage two.
just one more week later, and he thinks i'm fucking someone else, and tells me that he foundout his cancer has gone to stage 4 and he has two months to live.
i was going to give half of my LIVER to that mother fucker- how blind was i? i couldn't see past the guilt trips he was constantly putting on me. his duaghter died, his parents died, he had no family, and oh god just hated him and of course me doubting the fact that i could trust him because out of seven fucking months i never ONCE saw where he stayed.. among many other fishy details.. well that was just me making things worse for him, and it was "totally unecessary" for me to add to his stress with something so "petty."
he expects me to believe that his docotors- the best money can buy, mind you, he's got money- found cancer in his pancreas and lymph nodes on monday when they made the cut to do the section removal (take out the cancer) and then just decided not to do surgery. what kind of doctor is going to leave all of that cancer in there and not do a thing about it?! they would at least cut out as much as they could so it didn't spread exponenentially. the more cancer there is, the faster it will spread.. no way..
besides that, he says he went to the hospital, checked in, talked with the doctor in detail about the procedure, went under anesthesia for an hour, talked to the doctor about what was found, and then went back home all within two hours. at the end of which, he was fighting with me, guilt tripping me over what he thought was me sleeping with someone else while he got "handed his death certificate."
he was supposed to fly in and see me yesterday. was supposed to be here by noon. he said he had a lot of things to tell me, asked if i had a few hours to spare for him. a few HOURS. i sensed major confession, or some melodramatic goodbye speech.
i haven't heard from him since the day before yesterday.
seven months and i never once saw where he lived.. i lived an hour and a half away from him, and he lived with his roommates who fought a lot.. so he came to see me. i started school this year in the same ity he lived in. he was here for a few days before he jetted off to california.. and no matter how hard i tried.. he wouldn't let me go see him where he was staying. i never met/talked to his roommates.
on a day we got into a big fight over this, he told me that he found out he had cancer.
on the day i broke up with him because he was starting to disappear for days without so much as texting me, he told me that he found out his stage 2 colon cancer had progressed to stage 3. this was only a week after he originally was diagnosed with stage two.
just one more week later, and he thinks i'm fucking someone else, and tells me that he foundout his cancer has gone to stage 4 and he has two months to live.
i was going to give half of my LIVER to that mother fucker- how blind was i? i couldn't see past the guilt trips he was constantly putting on me. his duaghter died, his parents died, he had no family, and oh god just hated him and of course me doubting the fact that i could trust him because out of seven fucking months i never ONCE saw where he stayed.. among many other fishy details.. well that was just me making things worse for him, and it was "totally unecessary" for me to add to his stress with something so "petty."
he expects me to believe that his docotors- the best money can buy, mind you, he's got money- found cancer in his pancreas and lymph nodes on monday when they made the cut to do the section removal (take out the cancer) and then just decided not to do surgery. what kind of doctor is going to leave all of that cancer in there and not do a thing about it?! they would at least cut out as much as they could so it didn't spread exponenentially. the more cancer there is, the faster it will spread.. no way..
besides that, he says he went to the hospital, checked in, talked with the doctor in detail about the procedure, went under anesthesia for an hour, talked to the doctor about what was found, and then went back home all within two hours. at the end of which, he was fighting with me, guilt tripping me over what he thought was me sleeping with someone else while he got "handed his death certificate."
he was supposed to fly in and see me yesterday. was supposed to be here by noon. he said he had a lot of things to tell me, asked if i had a few hours to spare for him. a few HOURS. i sensed major confession, or some melodramatic goodbye speech.
i haven't heard from him since the day before yesterday.
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Drama is not a needed component of a relationship, no need to make my own.