Emphasis on ‘A’
Then, for the first time really ever, I dated. I dated a guy, the emphasis on ’A’ and like usual, some bitch had gotten to him first and he was more Roadkill than anything else.
We did the date thing for whatever and I had, had my diagnosis of my AVM and didn’t know what life and treatment would bring, but I had hopes I meant something to him, more than nothing.
After a third date that was more about us being ‘friends’ and watching films at my house (because my house had a heater and a cat!) etc.
*Sidebar; Imagine watching ‘Blue Dress’ with a new boyfriend, awkward!
So, I set about solving the boyfriend’s issues, trying to be a supportive girlfriend, hoping he would do the same with my treatment and recovery.
Let’s do a stocktake: –
- Alcoholic – fixed that. 🗸
- Separated, not divorced. 🗸
- Permanent Resident in Australia. 🗸
- Support him parenting his daughter. 🗸
This is starting to sound really bitter, which I’m not. In reality, he had his plans and I had mine and his did not include me.
It wasn’t until after we broke up and he was moving out to interstate for work that I learnt his mother did not even know I existed.
So, lesson learned.
If he had loved me, he would have still been here, with me and lord love that child, but not being a co-parent with the family make-up of that family, I dodged a bullet. Really!
I would have given it a red-hot go but I’m lucky I didn’t have too.