The Story
With him 17 years. First 10 he didn't treat me well meaning he was emotionally abusive. He liked to play with my feelings. I ended up taking an overdose and he didn't know I was in the hospital 3 weeks after our argument in 2004. When he found out he acted like he didn't care and it was my fault. That led me to try to find other guys more out of revenge. It was hard for me to get over for years. He found put then realized he didn't want to lose me so he changed and was so good to me after that... But I was a little angry because I thought it shouldn't have come to that to make him change. So I took him for granted after that and wasn't so nice to him. He thought I didn't care about him and he didn't trust me. But I did care - I was afraid if I showed it he would treat me bad again. my fault was I couldn't let go of the past hurt. But I did love him and care about him! He was my life!
The hurricane in Staten Island happened and we both thought nothing was going to come of that. The night of the hurricane he called me and said he had water in the basement and some on the first floor. I didn't think it was that bad because water got in his basement before. Then the cell phone cut off. We both had no power in each of our houses and no phone service. Cell service was spotty. I figured he was ok. He lives with his parents. The next morning I had to get to work or I get shot for it. It took me 3 hours to get in because the bridge was closed.
He texted me that he was in hell. Since he always exaggerates I figured he probably just had to clean the water out of the basement. He called me on his fathers cell phone and asked where I was then the phone went dead. I figured once power gets back ill talk to him. On my way home traffic was bad because all the traffic lights were not working. I didn't stop by his house because I knew he was ok and his father was there. I went home thinking once we get power we will talk. Same problem the next day on Wednesday. On Thursday I got power at work and called his fathers cell. His father was rude and put him on the phone. I said hi and he said what do I want? I said is everything ok? He said no and hung up on me. I tried back but no one answered. I went home and my son called and his mother said they were cleaning out the basement. I kept calling the cell but he refused to answer or call me back. On the following Wednesday his father answered and put my boyfriends sister on the phone .. She told me to stop calling because she had to pay for the minutes and he'd call me when he was ready. She was nasty and said she didn't know where he was but he was staying at her house because he had no place else to go. I didn't know that half his house got flooded with water until that weekend when they finally started to report the devastation in his area. I had no tv until that Saturday. I drove to the house after talking to his sister and saw how bad it was. The top floor was ok but the first floor and basement had bad damage. My son tried calling and his sister told him to stop calling. My son drove down there and her and her father were there and threatened to kill and kick my sons ass for calling so much. But they had refused to pick up the phone and my son was legitimately concerned! So I left him an angry voicemail about that. This was the second week and I still hadn't spoken to him. The 3rd week he was at the house alone and I saw he had lights on and my friend called and said she was someone else and he told her she sounded funny.. She put me on the phone and I asked if he was ok and he pretended not to hear me by saying hello again and again and hung up. I tried calling him 10 times after and he wouldn't answer. We went to the house and he wouldn't answer. I sent him multiple voicemails and emails .. Really nice ones explaining it all but nothing... It's one month now and he refuses to speak to me. I don't know what to do.. I miss him so much and feel like ill die.
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