My Gf Is Terminally Ill And I Want To Break Up With Her. But I Can't!
Hey, everybody! My name is Nick. Have you, guys, ever been in a relationship that you couldn’t end? I am in one of them now. I hope you can give me some advice, because it really seems like a dead end to me.
My whole life I’ve always been involved in different sports, so injuries and nights at the hospital do not scare me, you know. I am pretty used to fractures, bandages, stitches, and other stuff. That’s why when my nose appeared to be broken after another hockey game and I had to visit my doctor, it didn’t surprise me much. But this time at the hospital was totally different from all the others. I saw a girl. Well, I mean it wasn’t the first time I saw a girl at the hospital, but when I saw this particular girl who had the same bandage on her face as I did, which clearly meant that she’d also damaged her nose, I felt like she was different from the others.
I remember how I was just lying there, on the examination table, trying to come up with a funny joke about our noses to get aquatinted with her and waiting until nobody could hear us. I don’t know why, but just the idea of talking to her made me nervous, while before I used to be far from being shy at all. Then I heard her sobbing and that was it – my perfect chance to say something to her. I asked how she got her injury, and she said she was going to piano practice but she fell down awkwardly and hit her nose on the chair. I said she should’ve been happy that she didn't damage her fingers, since the nose was far from the most necessary part of the body that you needed when playing the piano. This must have been really funny for her, or I looked funny or, I don’t know. Because I remember her smiling at me and the look she gave me, and this is how our romantic relationship began. Everything seemed to be perfect, and when both of us were discharged from the hospital, we practically spent every single minute together. I would listen to her classical music concerts, and she would visit my games. Even though we had totally different interests, I was really happy, and Clarissa – that was her name, also said that she was happy being with me. But then she got sick.
It started like a couple of months after we’d met. She became sleepy and moody almost all of the time, and frequently had a fever, so her parents decided to take her to the hospital. I remember I went there one day to visit her, as usual, when she said that the doctors had diagnosed her with leukemia. At first I refused to believe it. I mean, I knew how serious of an illness it was and I thought it might have been a mistake or something. But it wasn't. Clarissa started her treatment and I stayed next to her the whole time. It was really hard to see someone you love suffering that much, but I can’t even imagine how hard it was for her, I mean, all that chemo stuff and other treatments. But I promised that I would be next to her, so that she’d get better. Embarrassingly, I regretted my promise after a couple of weeks. Because of her health condition and all the medication she was on, Clarissa had become a different person. I mean, apart from not looking great because of her illness, she had become mean, nervous, and jealous of me, like, you know, all the bad things a girl might have inside her head, she's just say all of it. Once, I remember, she got hysterical about my friend’s birthday party. She said that there would be lots of girls, and I would forget her, and dump her and stuff like that, and that she was going to die alone. You know, I knew she was miserable because of her condition, so I never ever tried to make her angry on purpose. That’s why I told my friend that I was sorry I would have to miss his party. I did it just to calm her down, but I didn’t want to miss out on my life, honestly.
Yes, I’d promised to support her. But I gradually began feeling that this was not my place any longer. I should have felt embarrassed, I know, to give up supporting someone I loved, but wasn’t I too young to start living my life for somebody else? I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Once, I saw a young couple at the hospital, they fought really loudly, and then she dumped him right there. I wasn't sure if I wanted to leave Clarissa, but this scene definitely challenged my mind.
Then Clarissa’s father, Mr. Burnham, surprised me a lot. He called me and said he wanted to show how grateful he was to me for being there for Clarissa, and he knew how tired I might have been, so he’d bought me two tickets to a big game that coming Friday. Imagine, Calgary Flames – I’d die to go!文本并非一一对应，且不完整，仅供参考阅读
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