But guess what his response was?
"You won't die with a broken leg, Blair. Just ask for pain meds and go home. Why bother me?"
I've always hated bothering others, but what choice do I have?
Kyle refused to sign the papers, so I had to drag things out and ask a friend who had the time.
"This is pointless. Let's just break up, Kyle."
There! I said it! A few years late, maybe, but I said it.
I almost slipped and mentioned divorce, but that didn't sound right. Kyle and I only had a rushed wedding ceremony. No marriage license or anything, so that will do.
“What now? Changing your tactics? Can’t use your son to guilt trip me, so now it’s yourself?”
I felt a stab of anger. “You think everything is a game, don’t you? Andy was real, Kyle. His pain was real.”
Andy had been diagnosed with congenital heart disease. Since then, we've been in and out of the emergency department. Sad to say, his life was like a ticking bomb.
My son desperately wanted to see his dad, but Kyle never showed up. We've been together for ten years, but he only thought I was using Andy to manipulate him.
But that ends now. It's over.
"Think what you want. I'm leaving," I said as I grabbed my luggage and started to go.