I had to go to emergency one night for a heart issue. I called him for support. He shows up drunk and tells me how he had to leave a pitcher of beer to come see me. Then while in the room he says he needs to lay down and passes out next to me on my hospital bed.
A year later we are heading to an estate sale that he really wanted to go to. As I am driving there my heart starts racing and I almost pass out. I tell him I need to het to the hospital. Its almost his turn inside and he says, right now? Uh, yeah. On the way he has to pee. Pulls into a parking lot and starts peeing on the side of his car. We finally get there and while I am sitting in a wheelchair waiting he asks me would it be bad if he went back to the sale? About an hour into waiting to see what was wro.g he had enough and was calling people because he was concerned about my car, which we left there. He ended up going back after all. Oh, and my heart problem was caused by stress dealimg with him.