I had to have a breast lumpectomy, and I was terrified. My husband took me to the hospital. As the nurse prepped me for surgery, he vanished.
When the anesthesia wore off, and I woke up, he STILL wasn’t there. 3 hours later, he finally showed up. I froze in shock when he said he felt responsible to be by his ex’s side because she had called him crying—her cat had just died, and she was “not doing well.”
He told me he had to make a choice: his conscience wouldn’t allow him to leave her alone while she lost something that meant a lot to her. He claimed his ex-wife needed him more than I did, because I was under anesthesia and wouldn’t even feel his absence.
I had just had a piece of my breast removed. I was scared out of my mind. And he left me alone—to go hold her hand.
He tried to spin it like it was no big deal. He said he was “just being supportive.” That I should understand. And for a moment, I almost gaslit myself into thinking maybe I was being unreasonable.
Was I overreacting? Being too emotional? But he had made a choice—and he didn’t choose me. Not when it mattered. Not when I needed him most.
Now everyone has an opinion. My mom tells me to let it go, that men are just weird about medical stuff. Some friends say it was bad timing. Others say I should move on. But honestly?
I don’t know what’s worse anymore—the physical pain from surgery, or the emotional gut-punch of realizing the one person I thought I could depend on completely crumbled in a crisis. Now I’m healing—from the inside out. And I can’t shake the growing realization that the cancer they removed might not have been the only thing that didn’t belong.
Source: brightside.me