After seeing each other for some time and countless adventures together, my mom’s health started to decline. My mother was taken to the hospital when she had collapsed in Goodwill (a thrift store) while shopping. They had given me a timeline of when they expect her to pass away.
The day my mom was admitted to the hospital I rushed from work to go see her. When I got there she said hey and then started to cough up a lot of blood. It was all over her hospital gown and face. This is not how you want to see your mother. I was quickly rushed out of the room by a nurse so they could work on my mom. In a panic and with the childhood death of my father fresh in my mind at this moment, I reached out to my girlfriend for someone to talk to. Her texts were short. The phone call was sent straight to voice mail. No worries. She’s busy. “She’s a social worker and they are always busy.” That is what I thought.
Over the next couple of weeks her not reciprocating any affection but still allowing me to buy her things, food, and work on her landscaping, the truth finally came out.
On Saturday I spent the entire day working in her yard. Laying border stones, digging up bushes, and planting things. The next day we were supposed to drive to a neighboring town with our bikes in tow to ride a rail trail we’ve never ridden before. I asked if she wanted me to spend the night at her home or if she wanted to spend the night at mine so that we could head out early in the morning. She told me that she wanted to sleep in her own bed alone due to the amount lack of sleep she’s gotten that week. She also said that she was going to eat with her mom and her mom’s house that night then go to bed at home. She would see me early at my house the next morning.
Sunday morning rolled around and she calls me. Told me the plans had changed. Said that she had to put all this out there at once that she had been over at an ex-boyfriend’s house that lives over an hour away from her that night having a “beer”. This was the first time that she had been there in years and they were just catching up on old times. We weren’t going to be able to ride now because her car was vandalized.
Well fast forward a little bit. I had figured out that she’s been there 3 times at least in the past 7 days. She doesn’t realize that she has geolocation turned on and with the EXIF metadata in a selfie, she sent while I was texting her last Wednesday I was able to figure out that she was in his driveway. She was waiting for him because as soon as he got there she stopped texting for 2 and a half hours.
Another thing. This person that is attacking her also posted a nasty message pointing out her lover’s and her cheating behavior to her employer. This post was 6 hours before she was caught there while I was working with her in her yard. Funny how she hadn’t been there in years but this random person knew she was going there.
Stupid me didn’t piece all this together until that day. That day my mom flat-lined. They were able to resuscitate her. My girlfriend or now ex-girlfriend was once again AWOL.
Right then I need someone. I have a very small support group. My mom will be my last family member in this country I can talk to. In the end, it didn’t matter. I lost my mom and buried her alone. Brittney stole the mourning period I should have had for my mother. That is something I will carry with me until the day I die.
This is the saddest period of my life and I feel like she’s broken a good man.
So now she has moved on. Gets to date her ex and have sex with him. Hang out and be loved by his family. While I got to go watch my mom die alone.