A couple weeks back, I left behind a cozy apartment that he and I both loved. It was the last time I was going to be mangled around. I packed some clothes knowing that it was most definitely over. I headed straight to my mother’s house so I could clear my head and think about what will happen next. I cried all the way to my mom’s, which is about an hour and a half away. My eyes and nose were swollen by the time I had arrived.
I thought, “If he loved me, why on earth would he hit me?” He left me alone the entire day knowing that he had made a huge mistake, not even a text message. About a few days later, he calls crying, telling me that he loves me and that he was sorry. In that moment I knew the ball was in my court and that I could have simply hung up on him, but sadly, I didn’t. I listened to what he had to say. He explained that he had gotten into a car accident and was most likely going to be arrested and his car was going to be impounded. I felt that his karma had come to get him right where it hurts and now he was calling me to come and play superwoman.
I was at work when I got the call so I didn’t stay on the phone for too long. About an hour later, he was released from the police station and was now carless. For the past week, he has been relying on public transportation and I have been keeping my distance. Me, still being able to drive my car, bugged him immensely. He calls me everyday crying, wishing for me to come home (supposedly because he misses me and he realized where he had went wrong).
Although I feel really bad for him (he had been there for me when I was in situations such as his), all the sorrys in the world with flowers attached to it still don’t ignite a forgiving bone in my body. I feel as though I owe him for helping me through my rough times knowing that he really didn’t have to. At times, he would leave work if it was something tragic or something serious that I needed him for. I’m confused; I don’t know whether to be there for him or not. He had been there for me through my roughest moments.
My gut is telling me to help him financially, then bail the hell out!
