I broke up with Casey.

We had been fighting a lot-I had been fighting with him- and then I moved in with him because of all that roommate stuff. The next day he scheduled work (accidentaly) the same day he was supposed to take me to the doctor for surgery. He had told me he would take me. We went to court and they scheduled the next date on the same day as surgery and when I told Casey, he had the judge change the date. and I knew if he had wanted to be there for me he would have been. My last two surgeries he took me and I was ill and couldn't walk. He took pride in taking care of me those times. I guess it's when it's convenient. So I snapped. I told him I knew he woud never take care of me. and I loved him but I coudn't do it anymore and I needed a break. So, we are on a break but we both know that means we are broken up and don't want to say it. He told his family I left him. And I guess I did.

It's sad, but its sad because it didn't have to be this way. He says I am his world, the absolute best girlfriend he's ever had...so it should have been easy to love me or at least worth an effort. Ah well, this girl lives and learns as best she can.

I think I'm putting my stuff in storage and figuring everything out slowly.

Things will be looking up. Two stressful situations handled...roommate, boyfriend...now for the health....