Ex called me today and asked me where we were at with the DNA test.
(our daughter is nearly 4 and suddenly he wants a DNA test!)
I told him I'll try to fax the form in tomorrow and said bye, he was being rude and
obnoxious and I was at the playground with our little girl, surrounded by other people.
I called him back tonight.
He said he might have cracked or broken a rib, that there was a weird sound and then
a lot of pain. Now he says he can't even take his emphysema meds cause he can't
breathe deep enough. (He first relapsed 3 years ago after a diagnosis of severe
emphysema). He said he doesn't think he can get in his car (low sports car).
He wanted me to feel bad that he was making hot chocolate with water cause he had
no food...I couldn't help but laugh, I know how much food is in that house, but he might
have to cook it.
He told me he thought I was a very bad person.
He told me "you don't care about me" and I had no idea what to say.
I still do care...some.
It's so strange to see what our lives have become.