So eventually…I stopped calling. After we went a week with no contact, I FINALLY had the epiphany I needed. I realized that I was going through this alone, without him. I realized that it was supposed to be for better or worse, and at I was at my worse. And I was alone. And we weren’t even married yet! THAT’S when I realized I didn’t need him, and that he didn’t love me the way he should. So…I dumped him! I said F this, I don’t need you, I’m DONE! He knew I was serious because I had never spoken to him like that before. He was on the next flight home, crying, begging, on his knees to not let go. That he loved me blah blah blah…I was angry, and I was bitter, and my heart was ice cold. I did not care. I ignored all of his texts and calls. I was done.
The day I returned home my life spiraled out of control so fast. My Mom was feeling sick so I brought her to the hospital. They kept her overnight for tests, and broke the news the next day that she had stage 4 stomach cancer, and given a month to live. She never came home from the hospital. I NEVER left her side, and I slept every night in a hard wooden chair next to her bed. But I refused to leave because she said she didn’t want to be alone. My siblings were struggling with flights home and finding baby sitters for kids. So I was with her every day and would go home to quickly shower twice a week when someone else took my spot.