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1996. My first love called me back after deciding she did love me after all.
Hell of a year, holidays and making plans and going out and all the good stuff.
One day my Parents were coming over so I met them at my place and we headed over.
This girl was a hell of a cook and I was looking forward to some top steak and great wine.
Unusually the door was locked so I banged on it inordinatley hard shouting, Come On you stupid woman open up!!!!
The door was answered by a little old lady I had never met before. She said that Julie had collapsed and was in hospital.
When I got there she was awake but said she had the worst headache in the world.
Thirty Six hours later and she was comatose after a brain operation went a bit wrong.
She didn't wake up for three months. Had to have a tracheostomy to breath and a PEG tube in her stomach to feed.
We were told she would never wake up the damage was so bad.
Those first couple of days in Neurology ITU were the worst of my life.
As far as I am aware she is OK now. Last time I saw her she was at home and looking after herself but not yet back to work.
Shortly after she had been discharged she decided she didn't want me around.
I'm sort of in Chiefs shoes here in that so far she is the love of my life and I was denied through no fault of my own (or hers). I could go and see her though but I worry that if she never completley recovered, me turning up and telling her all about my life and my children and everything I never had with her would upset her more than is fair so I stay away.
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