I ended up in the hospital last night, and found out I am not having a heart attack, I have an inflamed stomach. So antacids, nonspicy diet, and I should be fine.
I must say though, that I’m PISSED at my husband. When he came to bed last night after his last smoke, he found me getting dressed. When he asked what I was doing, my answer was “going to the hospital”. His reaction? He hugged me, kissed my forehead and said “good luck” and went to bed.
I phoned my sister who took me down, and I have to tell you, I am flabbergasted. I said to him today after work, “I cannot believe that you did that to me last night. You let me go to the hospital by myself when I thought I was having a heart attack. I never would have done that to you.” He apologized, but I’m still really upset about it. I just don’t even know what to say to him. I’ve told him that I’m upset, so what more can I say or do? But in the meantime, life just floats along. He said sorry and that’s supposed to be it? It doesn’t seem right.
I feel like I cannot rely on him. He’s not my “go to” person, because of these kinds of things. He’s not reliable. He cares, but not enough to think about MY needs. It was his bedtime, and that was his priority.
I don’t know what to think or do…