Last night I fell down a flight of stairs and rolled my ankle bad. It’s black and blue and swollen but my s/o has no sympathy for me already. In context I only ask her to help me to the bathroom. Besides crawling, which I do now, should I duke it out more? I just don’t understand, I can’t physically put weight on it(without involuntarily screaming).
You are right about seeing the insight, it’s happened multiple occasions when I get sick. She has a lot of diagnosed mental health issues. Sticking with it for the children.
Rough. Here’s to wishing you a speedy recovery and joy in your life.
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You got my sympathy my guy. I went through one version of that not that long ago. There’s nothing good about it.
Also, go to the fucking hospital. Your kids won’t be in a good spot if your ankle’s ruined from an untreated fracture.
As a child of divorced parents, don’t stick with it for the kids. You can separate and still be civil to each other and cooperatively raise children. It’s better for them, and better for you. Sure, it sucked when my parents split, they fought real bad some times, but not nearly as bad as when they were together. I got a real swell stepdad out of it, and I learned what real, loving, cooperative adults look like. I also got to see how determined and dedicated my father was.
Every situation is different though, but that is my expericence.