I have no clue of men. I mean I have no knowledge of how they work, how to understand them or how to pretend like I do. My husband keeps telling me it's because of my parents. They never talked to me. The yelled at me, hit me and general ignored my being unless I was somehow hindering their life.
I went to the ER yesterday after work because I had been having chest pains the entire day (still have them fyi) and my left arm has been numb since Sunday. I let my husband know that was my plan and went. They asked me who was with me when I arrived at the hospital and I said no one. They asked me if I drove myself there and I said yes and then, I was struck with the most incredible sense of loneliness I have ever had in my life. I realized that no matter how much YOU love someone, they are never going to love you like you love them.
My ex-husband loved me like I love my current husband and my current husband? Well who really knows who he loved like I love him. And this brings me to my opening sentance. I am was alone in the ER for 4 hours, and when I called my husband to tell him they wanted to admit me to the hospital, he said 'want me to bring you anything?'. So I declined being admitted and drove myself home. What does that mean? Did he even give a fuck that I might be dying and he might never get to say a proper goodbye to me? I just don't understand. I mean I get the whole 'men don't show emotion like women' thing but couldn't he at least show me he gives a fuck? Even a little one? Am I over analyzing this? I don't know. I do know that I left the hospital to go home because I was lonely and even tho I felt like he could care less whether I lived or died, I wanted to make the loneliness go away. I came home and he was playing Xbox and had little interest in my being, so I went upstairs and went to bed.
As I climbed into bed alone, I realized I am chasing a dream. I gave up the person who loved me like I wanted to be loved because I was so busy chasing a dream I didn't see it until I didn't have it anymore.
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