Im from a small town in Indiana, been married to my husband for eight years, Through mutual friends, and it happend pretty fast. Hes handsome & clever, works at a sawmill, and we used to enjoy everthing like the quiet nights with old TV shows or home cooked meals. We’ve got a six year old son, and we once dreamed of a bigger house with a yard for him to play in.
But last month, everything shattered, and now I’m questioning if I was too rash, Anyway.
My familys been through hell. My sons been battling a rare illness, and three weeks ago, he took a turn for the worse, landing in the ICU with tubes everywhere.
Tests showed his condition was critical, and the doctors werent sure hed pull through. On top of that, Ive been juggling my job at the diner and caring for our home, barely eating or sleeping.
I told my husband everything, didnt expect miracles, just needed him to stand by us, ya know?
When our son got admitted, I called him at the mill, explained Id be at the hospital round the clock with our boy. Said Id check in when I could. He mumbled (Sorry, kid, hope hes okay), then went silent.
A full ten days, no calls, no visits, nothing.
I sent updates like (Hes stable but still critical, please come, and got no reply. I tigured he might be processing, but it felt like it was over.
By day eleven, I was furious. Im holding my sons hand through beeping machines, working double shifts, and keeping our house from collapsing.
Then I see his Facebook posts him at a bar with his buddies, laughing over beers, Hes out living while our sons fighting for life, and he cant even text to ask how were doing?
That broke me. Before this, we were a family, laughing over pancakes, and now its like I dont exist,
I confronted him over the phone, (Youve left us alone while our sons dying, where are you?) He snapped back,
Facebook posts him at a bar with his buddies, laughing over beers, Hes out living while our sons fighting for life, and he cant even text to ask how were doing? That broke me.
Before this, we were a family, laughing over pancakes, and now its like I dont exist,
I confronted him over the phone, (Youve left us alone while our sons dying, where are you?) He snapped back, (Youre overreacting, I needed a break).
A break? While our kids in ICU?
I lost it. Told him if he cant be here when we need him most, were done.
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