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i break my ankle on the way to work one morning. get taken by (non-emergency) ambulance to the hospital, where i’m set up for same-day surgery to put everything back together. (i have this tendency to break bones into pieces when they go.) during the day i manage to call hubby to let him know, ask him to let my office know what happened. his brother happened to be coming that evening for a one-night visit, so hubby has to do dinner himself (which he is capable of, but a bit out of practice). no asking do i need anything (pjs, contact lens care stuff). first time he actually comes to see me is to bring me home the next day. granted, we don’t get to visit with his brother very often, since he lives in a different state. but even his brother thought he was a bit of a dick on that one.
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And it should be pointed out that it doesn’t always just go one way – clueless guy, hurt girl. My brother got out of the hospital after a multi-week stay, called his wife for a ride, and she told him that she was trying to get something done and he should take a cab home. Which he did, and it wasn’t an argument or anything.
But it was a symptom. They’re divorced now, and while this one incident isn’t the reason why, it’s an example of the disaffection that was the reason why.