His mom was taken to the emergency room this afternoon because she is in so much pain. Hours later, she is still waiting to be seen.
Earlier this evening, my husband decided to go to the emergency room to be with his parents, to look after them in case they needed anything.
Neither his mom nor his dad are doing well.
Before he left, he wanted to give me a hug. We haven’t hugged in, oh, I have no idea how long. Weeks? Months?
I know he is having a hard time with his parents so I gave him a hug.
He held me so tight. He said, I love you. I love you so much. And he almost cried.
I know he is hurting.
But I know, too, that any closeness that he feels from this evening, he will do something in the next few days to push away.
He texted me from the emergency room to tell me that the ER was like a war zone.
He didn’t say anything about his mom, though. I had to text him back to ask about her.
I know this is a very difficult time for him and his family. I really do feel for what he, and they, are going through. But at the same time, I feel like I still have to detach because I know I will only be pushed away if I actually show that I care.
I hate being in this position.