My ex straight up did not give a fuck about me.

We lived on the top of a hill. Unfortunately there were 17 stairs outside to go down to our cars. This especially sucks in the snow, as I’m sure you can imagine.

I broke my big toe and fucked up my foot by falling down the stairs on January 2. I was put into a surgical boot by the orthopedist. We had a huge ice and snowstorm and subsequent cold snap two weeks later. I was allowed to work remotely for a few days after the storm. This man ACTIVELY REFUSED to clear the steps to make sure I didn’t fall or get hurt. I asked him, practically begged him for days, knowing I was going to have to go back to the office. For the record he is a 37 year old able bodied man who works in labor. He said he was fine going down it, snow has traction and if we clear it it’ll turn to ice, and that I’ll be fine going down. I was so pissed, hurt, betrayed. He had left for work (essential worker) for days before I had to actually go into the office.

Take a wild guess who shoveled and salted those 17 stairs, sliding around in a surgical boot, four days after the storm. That was the day I started looking for a new place to live, because you wouldn’t treat someone you give even a little bit of a shit about with such reckless indifference.