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In late November I wrote a blog talking about how I was going to break it off with this girl from work. I made up my mind, I was resolute, no turning back. Only the night that we were supposed to meet up and talk never happened. I had to cancel, and we made plans to talk the next night. But then the next day her life took another turn for the worst.
She got bit by a dog. She was driving along and witnessed another car hitting a dog and then driving off. Being the type of person she is, she jumped out of her car and ran over to the dog. It was clearly in no condition to move, so she took off her coat, wrapped him up and placed him in her car. Only thing was, when she bent down to pick up the dog, it bit her on the finger. Hard.
She ended up taking the dog to the vet, who was able to treat the dog and contact the owners. My gf left her number at the vets for the owners to contact her, and then she had to be rushed to the hospital by her mom.
The dog had punctured her clear to the bone. It was her index finger and it looked like complete hamburger. The other thing to note is that she hates hospitals and in particular, needles.
So anyways, once I hear from a friend of hers that she's in the hospital, I rush down there and as I enter into the emergency ward, I can hear her screaming in pain from down the hall. Upon entering the room I spot her writhing on the bed, back arched, just crying and screaming. I ended up holding her hand and stroking her hair for the next two hours. I stayed another four hours making sure she was gonna be okay.
After the initial pain and agony and trauma of the situation had died down, she received more bad news. Her finger was going to require surgery and even then she might not regain full mobility. She ends up taking the surgery and everything goes well. However, she has to enroll in physiotherapy sessions for the next eight weeks.
On top of everything else, she had little money saved up and she doesn't know how she's going to pay rent (her mom ended up helping her out), and she's not been cleared by the doctor to return to work for at least a month. So life has just taken two major dumps on her.
So instead of breaking it off, I stuck with her. In honest truth, she needed somebody by her side. I basically took care of her for the next three weeks. I drive her to appointments. I kept her company when she was stuck at home, just lying in her bed. I picked up her groceries. The whole nine yards.
And even though I knew it was a bad idea, because she clearly was still in love with her ex, I started to expand on those feelings I had already amassed for her. I knew it was the wrong thing to do, yet I couldn't stop myself.
So we ended up spending a crazy amount of time together in those next three weeks. Basically, if I wasn't at work, or sleeping, it was spent with her. We just started delving into each other so deeply, both emotionally and physically.
And I knew it was wrong. I knew that it wouldn't last because she wasn't over her ex. I knew that one day she was going to have to come to terms with her feelings, and when that day came she would split apart from me. I knew and I didn't care. I hadn't felt this close to someone in years. And so, we devoured each others love.
We spent two full months just sucking each other dry.
And then came the day I knew was going to come. We started to slip away from each other. She started texting her ex more and more often. And the weird part was, I didn't feel anything from it. I wasn't hurt, I didn't feel betrayed, I didn't succumb to anger. I just felt apathy. I was spent.
A couple of days ago, I met up with her to talk. I told her that we needed space to figure things out. She agreed. It was actually kind of eerie, we just stood there, standing on the side of the road staring into each others eyes. An intense conversation that never contained any words. Then we both just got into our cars and drove away.
The worst part is that we still work together in close quarters. Things are pretty weird in that department. No offense to her, but it would really help things out if I never had to see her again. Live and learn though, I suppose.
She got bit by a dog. She was driving along and witnessed another car hitting a dog and then driving off. Being the type of person she is, she jumped out of her car and ran over to the dog. It was clearly in no condition to move, so she took off her coat, wrapped him up and placed him in her car. Only thing was, when she bent down to pick up the dog, it bit her on the finger. Hard.
She ended up taking the dog to the vet, who was able to treat the dog and contact the owners. My gf left her number at the vets for the owners to contact her, and then she had to be rushed to the hospital by her mom.
The dog had punctured her clear to the bone. It was her index finger and it looked like complete hamburger. The other thing to note is that she hates hospitals and in particular, needles.
So anyways, once I hear from a friend of hers that she's in the hospital, I rush down there and as I enter into the emergency ward, I can hear her screaming in pain from down the hall. Upon entering the room I spot her writhing on the bed, back arched, just crying and screaming. I ended up holding her hand and stroking her hair for the next two hours. I stayed another four hours making sure she was gonna be okay.
After the initial pain and agony and trauma of the situation had died down, she received more bad news. Her finger was going to require surgery and even then she might not regain full mobility. She ends up taking the surgery and everything goes well. However, she has to enroll in physiotherapy sessions for the next eight weeks.
On top of everything else, she had little money saved up and she doesn't know how she's going to pay rent (her mom ended up helping her out), and she's not been cleared by the doctor to return to work for at least a month. So life has just taken two major dumps on her.
So instead of breaking it off, I stuck with her. In honest truth, she needed somebody by her side. I basically took care of her for the next three weeks. I drive her to appointments. I kept her company when she was stuck at home, just lying in her bed. I picked up her groceries. The whole nine yards.
And even though I knew it was a bad idea, because she clearly was still in love with her ex, I started to expand on those feelings I had already amassed for her. I knew it was the wrong thing to do, yet I couldn't stop myself.
So we ended up spending a crazy amount of time together in those next three weeks. Basically, if I wasn't at work, or sleeping, it was spent with her. We just started delving into each other so deeply, both emotionally and physically.
And I knew it was wrong. I knew that it wouldn't last because she wasn't over her ex. I knew that one day she was going to have to come to terms with her feelings, and when that day came she would split apart from me. I knew and I didn't care. I hadn't felt this close to someone in years. And so, we devoured each others love.
We spent two full months just sucking each other dry.
And then came the day I knew was going to come. We started to slip away from each other. She started texting her ex more and more often. And the weird part was, I didn't feel anything from it. I wasn't hurt, I didn't feel betrayed, I didn't succumb to anger. I just felt apathy. I was spent.
A couple of days ago, I met up with her to talk. I told her that we needed space to figure things out. She agreed. It was actually kind of eerie, we just stood there, standing on the side of the road staring into each others eyes. An intense conversation that never contained any words. Then we both just got into our cars and drove away.
The worst part is that we still work together in close quarters. Things are pretty weird in that department. No offense to her, but it would really help things out if I never had to see her again. Live and learn though, I suppose.
