We talk alot about change. can he change, he says he will change. I went back six or more times with promises of change. I'm getting off track sorry. My ex broke his neck he fractured C2, (same break as christopher Reeves) if his head would have moved 3mm to the left or right up or down he would be dead or a quad on a ventalator. He is the only person in North America to come out of this break walking with no paralysis. But when he was first hurt it was six months before he could wipe his own ass, feed himself, bath, etc. I had left him a month prior to his accident and when I received a call from the hospital I rushed to his side. Thank-ful he was alive and hopeing that he had changed. His neo-surgen has no idea why he survived he told us that the ex is a mirical. They fused C1 and C2 together with a part of his hip bone, and dropped some cables down his neck. A procedure they had only down on Dogs until my ex. He had a 50 percent chance of not making it. But we opted for the operation instead of six months in a halo. I became his nurse, his wife, his mother, his physothrapist, his best friend. I was with him 24/7. We talked about the past things we were sorry for, we talked about the future changes that needed to be made. We talked about the accident agreeing that it was a blessing in disguise, that he was given a second chance on life and that he was put here to do something more. We both quit using drugs and were clean for well over a year. And then one day a year after the accident and he had begun to work eight hours a week. With our chruch, for a program called hotrod high. It was a program to get kids off the street and involved in cars. My ex has been building and painting hot-rods since he was 14 yrs. old. We went to highschool together. Anyways I got off topic again. So there he is sitting up on the couch and I was drinking a beer. Something I hadn't done in a year. And he walks over to me and he punches me in the side of the head. And says how dare you, you are suppose to be taking care of me. I stayed I made excuse after excuse for him. I blamed it on his head injury, I blamed it on his bi-polar, I blamed it on the drugs he started using again. It was as though he forgot all deep inspiring truths we talked about as he lay paralyized in his bed. His doctors say he wouldn't have recovered as quickly or as strong if it weren't for me. a year and a half after the accident he began to have numbing in his arms and legs he began to siezure, the doctors said we had to remove the cables from his neck. Again he had a 50 percent chance of not making it. I stayed and I played the role of healer. It only took six months this time for him to heal, and it was three months from the time of operation until the next time he hit me. That's my story of how they change. LOL they don't, at least I haven't found that they do. I wish I was wrong and I prayed many many times that I was. And I was answered with another burise a near fatal strangulation or two.
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