Seven Months of Emotional Pain
Do you find some way to get over it once and for all or do you call them on it and see if they seek forgiveness?
The saga of being in love with The Good Doctor is dying a slow, long, painful death. At least on my end. Things were fine until they weren’t. He decided in March to do the unthinkable.
He ghosted me.
We ran hot until March. I had a mini meltdown that month and told his front desk person when I called to cancel my appointment that she could feel free to tell him that I had found his replacement. I know I sounded bitchy when I did it. It wasn’t him. It was me. Or more specifically it was the amount of pain I was in.
I didn’t even realize how much pain I had been in until I ended up in his ER. My right hand was swollen to the point where I couldn’t even use it. I began to have a mild freak out as my pill box was empty and I couldn’t open any of my meds to refill it. I tried knocking on the one neighbor’s door that I didn’t totally hate to see if she could help me. I heard her come to the door but she never opened it.
Yeah, well, fuck you too.
I thought about having the chick in the rental office help me but like so many other days of the week, she wasn’t here.
