Two other women, also breast cancer survivors, said their husbands left them after they were diagnosed. Both had to have mastectomies (in case anyone doesn’t know, this is the surgical operation to remove one or both breasts).
The first woman said her husband told her that he would rather see her dead than see her lose her breasts. The second woman had her operation and waited all day to be picked up by her husband, who never arrived. By nightfall, one of the nurses offered to give her a ride, and she came home to find the house empty.
Obviously, these are extreme cases of a man’s reaction to his wife’s breast cancer, but this is what I see when I see the “I ♥ Boobies” bracelets. I see love of the body parts, not the person being treated—not the patient, not the victim, not the survivor.
Every time I’m on such a high, it doesn’t take too long to be let down. This is why I never wanna share how I feel about someone bcus I know I’m eventually going to be disappointed by that person… It’s really sad that I except to be let down. What’s even more fucked up is that I know it’s gonna happen &yet I always give them the benefit of the doubt anyway.
then there’s my friends….. Who I feel like I hardly even talk to these days. Everyone is always so “busy” and nobody makes an effort anymore.. And I realized how I don’t really have a friend of my own (besides Ashley but she’s in Fresno and she has friends there too.) All my girlfriends have their best friends and I’m just like………. idk I’ve just never felt so alone and it’s making me emotional.