I’m currently the most depressed and stressed-out crazy pregnant GF there is…
He won’t stop for his son.
He won’t quit for me.
And it’s killing me.
This was the scariest episode I’ve experienced:
He went outside to smoke, and when I opened the door he was falling, and I tried to hold him up but he couldn’t hear what i was saying.
He passed out, so we both fell while i was trying to hold him up.
I thought he wasn’t going to wake up.
He wouldn’t open his eyes.
And it wasn’t helping that he was propped against me, cause he’s heavy and my stomach is big.
I wanted to carry him inside, but I wasn’t strong enough.
I pet his head and tried to talk to him, like telling him he needed to wake up, but he wouldn’t.
5 minutes later, he was reacting to my touch. He would twitch his head and bring his hands to his face, but he still wouldn’t open his eyes.
I kept talking to him the whole time.
Then another 5 minutes passed, and he opened his eyes, barely tho.
I asked if he could hear me. He didn’t say anything.
I had repeated it several times before he mumbled something.
I asked if he could see me, but no reply.
He kept moving his eyes back n forth.
I asked if he could hear me one more time, and he said yes.
This all took around 15-20 minutes, before I told him it’s time to go to bed.
I asked him if he could stand and go to bed. He said Yes, I got it.
But he could still hardly hold himself up.
He gripped the wall trying to stand, and when I tried to help, he kept telling me he got it.
Finally I got him to bed.
Now I’ll stay awake until i’m satisfied that he won’t do that again.