These past few days have been epic!
Candy went out for a walk, last Thursday to see the horses in a field.
A couple of hours later, I get a phone call from her moby, but it was from a woman named Bethany. Her and her friend, Sue were out dog-walking, where they found Candy uncouncious on a pathway. She had been out cold for awhile.
It turns out that she got blind drunk, yet again and tripped and fell, knocking herself out.
She had broken her left ankle, brusies all over her back and arms with cuts all over.
Sha had also fell into some brambells and thorns.
The ambulance was called out as this couple were looking after her until they arrived.
Anyway, she was taken to James Cook hospital where she was treated and stayed there until Saturday morning.
I just about managed to survive on my own considering what I can and can't do in my wheelchair and in a bungalow that is full of clutter.
When she got home, she was very cold, distant and quiet with me.
The first thing she wanted to do was get online so she can message her David! Fucking Typical.
Anyway, we spent a lot of time sleeping as neither of us have done when she was in hospital, only today as she has been open with me and talking to me quite a bit.
She has admitted that it has been a wake up call for in regards to her drinking, but I see that when I see it.
I know she did not really miss me nor will she if we split up for goo.
I have been fucking worried about her and I still do but no matter what I try to tell her, she does not care about me anymore, and it fucking hurts m, a lot.
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