QuestionsinMN
09-15-2008, 09:36 AM
I have posted before - but I have an ex who has been in and out of jail/prison for the last nine years for domestic assault and is very dangerous.
The end of July my ex came back into my life. In a few short weeks - he was able to have my world in a downwards spiral again. I think part of how he sucked me back in was to tell me that his dad had just died like two months before and he had no one. I felt bad for him - and tried to comfort him. My ex is also very sick - he has colon cancer, breast cancer, melanoma on his back, a brain tumor and also a problem with his heart - and he is only 29. We have two kids together - and I am really confused. People around me are telling me to be really careful because he has nothing to lose at this point by hurting me. I am really starting to believe that he is just playing games with my head. I sat and watched him crush up his pain pills so that he could sniff them - I was dumbfounded. Maybe I am just naive - I have never done an illegal drug in my whole life.
So - this went on for a few weeks - and one night he called me up and told me that he had had a seizure and couldn't walk from his room to the kitchen without falling over and hitting the wall. He words were completly slurred and I could hardly understand him. He told me at one point that I had to promise not to call the paramedics because he knew he had a warrant out for his arrest (for violating his probation) and that he couldn't go back to jail. While I was on the phone with him - he said "I have to let you go - the cops are banging on my door - and I am not going to let them in." Then he hung up. I knew the medical condition he was in - and knew he was in trouble. So - even though I promised him I wouldn't - I annonumously called 911 and told them that they needed to also send an ambulance and that it was his plan to not let them in - but they could gain access from his landlord. Then I hung up - this was 1030 at night. I went to bed not knowing the outcome - but knowing that I had done everything I could. I woke up the next morning - and still no call from him. I called around and found out that he had been taken to the hospital and that when the paramedics finally got into his apartment the night before - he was not consious. He was currently in ICU on a ventilator. My heart broke - but I knew I had done the right thing. When he was finally taken off the ventilator - he was mad at me and blamed me for calling the paramedics - I didn't care - I couldn't just let him die.
Well - sorry for the rambling - so after he was better - the cops came and picked him up at the hospital on his warrant - he was transferred to jail - and called me as his only phone call (even though I have a restraining order and he is not supposed to call me at all).
Why do I still partially care about him? I have a wonderful boyfriend - who I have been with for over a year - two wonderful children - and my life is finally starting to come around.
The end of July my ex came back into my life. In a few short weeks - he was able to have my world in a downwards spiral again. I think part of how he sucked me back in was to tell me that his dad had just died like two months before and he had no one. I felt bad for him - and tried to comfort him. My ex is also very sick - he has colon cancer, breast cancer, melanoma on his back, a brain tumor and also a problem with his heart - and he is only 29. We have two kids together - and I am really confused. People around me are telling me to be really careful because he has nothing to lose at this point by hurting me. I am really starting to believe that he is just playing games with my head. I sat and watched him crush up his pain pills so that he could sniff them - I was dumbfounded. Maybe I am just naive - I have never done an illegal drug in my whole life.
So - this went on for a few weeks - and one night he called me up and told me that he had had a seizure and couldn't walk from his room to the kitchen without falling over and hitting the wall. He words were completly slurred and I could hardly understand him. He told me at one point that I had to promise not to call the paramedics because he knew he had a warrant out for his arrest (for violating his probation) and that he couldn't go back to jail. While I was on the phone with him - he said "I have to let you go - the cops are banging on my door - and I am not going to let them in." Then he hung up. I knew the medical condition he was in - and knew he was in trouble. So - even though I promised him I wouldn't - I annonumously called 911 and told them that they needed to also send an ambulance and that it was his plan to not let them in - but they could gain access from his landlord. Then I hung up - this was 1030 at night. I went to bed not knowing the outcome - but knowing that I had done everything I could. I woke up the next morning - and still no call from him. I called around and found out that he had been taken to the hospital and that when the paramedics finally got into his apartment the night before - he was not consious. He was currently in ICU on a ventilator. My heart broke - but I knew I had done the right thing. When he was finally taken off the ventilator - he was mad at me and blamed me for calling the paramedics - I didn't care - I couldn't just let him die.
Well - sorry for the rambling - so after he was better - the cops came and picked him up at the hospital on his warrant - he was transferred to jail - and called me as his only phone call (even though I have a restraining order and he is not supposed to call me at all).
Why do I still partially care about him? I have a wonderful boyfriend - who I have been with for over a year - two wonderful children - and my life is finally starting to come around.