So, for the remainder of September, he was going back and forth to to hospital seeing his father, and I layed off of him because his father was in bad shape and he didn't me bitching at him while he had his father to think about. He missed my birthday and didn't even call or text me that day. Then, his father died. I had stopped emailing the guy from school during this time also.
I was there for him. I let him have his time, I let him cry on my shoulder. I gave him whatever he needed. I listened. I took off work to attend his father's funeral, although after two and a half years of dating his son, I'd never met the man. I went for him. (This blurb will be important in just a few paragraphs, so you might want to read it again.)
About two weeks after his father's funeral everything had been going great. He had less of an attitude, was acting optimistic, seemed eager to find work. I thought that things really might get better...Until one day he decided to check my computer (he had his own, no need to use mine other than to "snoop"). My messenger automatically loaded and showed I had new emails...and he couldn't resist. He found all of the emails from the other guy in my inbox (because I'm horrid about cleaning my messages out) and he read them all. He called me at work (which I hate) and proceeded to scream and cuss at me. He moved out, but came back the next day and ordered that I cease communication with the guy. I told him I would. His main complaint was that I had been talking about him behind his back, yet I reminded him that I tried to talk to him, I tried to communicate with him, and he never paid any attention to me.
Nonetheless, we go into November 2008 and he finally gets a job after he finally called about one of the job postings I'd given him. He went to work around the 2nd or 3rd week of the month. This ended four long months of me being the sole bread-winner.
In December he managed to give me around $200 for bills, which I didn't mind too much because he'd just gone back to work. I also took a part-time job because the bills had began to really stack up. I began working 6 and 7 days a week, and pulled several 16 hour days. I was exhausted most of the time, and wasn't really paying attention, but I knew that we weren't having sex on a regular basis and we weren't showing one another too much affection. Although throughout the four months he'd been unemployed, we had sex maybe 2 or 3 times.
I would come home, be exhausted, and I'd find that no clothes had been washed, no dishes had been done, no food was cooked, and the house was a wreck. He'd be asleep in the recliner. This infuriated me.
If I could work 16 hours in one day between two jobs with an added 3 hours of drive time for a total of being gone for 19 hours of a 24 hour day...and then come home, cook, clean, and let the dogs out... Why couldn't he?