I don't get it.....

I'm having a bad day.  My head is filled with pain so intense I can barely breath.  My stomach is rolling like I'm on rough seas.  I beg for death.  God is not about to allow that. :)

My friend calls.  I tell him my problem and that I can't talk.  We hang up.  He calls again, prattling on about some inane crap that I can't comprehend.  Am I going to vomit?  I'm not sure.  It certainly feels like it.  He's still talking.  "You don't care about me!"  WHAT?  Me:  "What are you talking about"  Him:  "I'm going to kill myself; because no one gives a shit." 

This selfish jerk is upset, not because he is insensative about my pain; but because he believes I'm ignoring him even though I can barely breath at this moment.

HUH???  What is going on now?  We hang up.  I receive 10 text messages from him about his life and how screwed up it is and how he's going to kill himself all because I have a headache and can't baby him right this minute.  I cannot believe how selfish he is.  I can't function the pain is so bad; but I have to go out of my way to help him through another crisis as he sees it.  No amount of my illness is allowed to be present when he's in crisis; because it IS all about him.

Then, I choose to ignore him.  I'm not about to let him control me this way.  Now, he's pissed.  Suicide threats abound.  I receive more texts.  I continue to ignore them.

Next morning, I am no better; but the pain has lessened a bit.  He calls and I have to hear all about how I'm selfish and a bitch and mean and unfair to him and how he needs me in his support system; but I'm unsupportive.  I have to hear about how screwed up his life is and how I'm not helping him; but he has made no attempt to help himself.

Okay, I'm a disabled woman with a 12 year old son and I'm supposed to drop everything in my life to assist a 43 year old man get his life back together because he demands it.  Not that he does anything to help himself; but I should be the one to do it all.  <sigh>

Advice received:  Get rid of him.  I try.  He's a leech.  I can't even begin to try to rid myself of the jerk because the more I try, the more he clings.  UGH!

Calgone, take HIM away!

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About me?  Retired Marine with PTSD (among other things) who's madness runs amok in everything!