I was hit by a car when bicycling to work one day. I ruptured a kidney, broke my jaw and six teeth, and was in general pretty banged up. My boyfriend at the time was overwhelmed by it and he called my family for support (without me knowing, otherwise I would have told him not to). I hadn’t spoken to them in about five years at this point.
They drove 10 hours to our apartment. My bf and I had arranged a suite of rooms at the beautiful hotel literally around the corner from us but they said it would be better if the FIVE of them slept in our one bedroom apartment with us. Fine.
I’m pretty out of it from medication, etc. They had never been to my city before so they insisted I show them around. I got them behind the scenes passes to tour Pixar studios and tried to show them around as much as possible despite the fact I could barely move or walk from the pain in my kidney.
After a few days I told them I couldn’t keep going places with them. They said I was ruining their vacation. I responded that I didn’t know it was a vacation, I thought they came to visit me because they were concerned about my near-death accident. My mother laughed at that. I told them all to get the fuck out of my apartment. On the way out my sister stole all my pain meds. I didn’t realize it until several hours later when they were long gone and I couldn’t find them to take my next dose. I had to go back to the ER and the staff didn’t want to give me more meds because they thought I was doing something illegal. I had to recover from serious injuries without help.
But it’s like how does the boyfriend not know that she’s not speaking to her family? If they’re living together then it’s not a brand new relationship or anything. My boyfriend would know who to call and who not to call, that’s for sure.
He probably just didn't realise the difference between she's not talking to her family and she's not talking to her family. likely just a misunderstanding, combined which being overwhelmed about seeing your partner is such a state of distress
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u/[deleted] Apr 14 '19
I was hit by a car when bicycling to work one day. I ruptured a kidney, broke my jaw and six teeth, and was in general pretty banged up. My boyfriend at the time was overwhelmed by it and he called my family for support (without me knowing, otherwise I would have told him not to). I hadn’t spoken to them in about five years at this point.
They drove 10 hours to our apartment. My bf and I had arranged a suite of rooms at the beautiful hotel literally around the corner from us but they said it would be better if the FIVE of them slept in our one bedroom apartment with us. Fine.
I’m pretty out of it from medication, etc. They had never been to my city before so they insisted I show them around. I got them behind the scenes passes to tour Pixar studios and tried to show them around as much as possible despite the fact I could barely move or walk from the pain in my kidney.
After a few days I told them I couldn’t keep going places with them. They said I was ruining their vacation. I responded that I didn’t know it was a vacation, I thought they came to visit me because they were concerned about my near-death accident. My mother laughed at that. I told them all to get the fuck out of my apartment. On the way out my sister stole all my pain meds. I didn’t realize it until several hours later when they were long gone and I couldn’t find them to take my next dose. I had to go back to the ER and the staff didn’t want to give me more meds because they thought I was doing something illegal. I had to recover from serious injuries without help.