I've also come to the painful conclusion that bf just might be an N.
During the past six months, I've landed in the emergency room, twice. The first time, I was dealing with an asthmatic attack as a result of bronchitis. BF dropped me off at the ER, told me to call him when I was done, AND LEFT! The second time was a couple of weeks ago when I suddenly began vomiting uncontrollably and had NO idea what was wrong! When I began showing symptoms of dehydration, I contacted my doctor while bf was with me. When I relayed the message from the doctor that she was recommending another trip to the ER, bf blurts: "I don't have time for this!" and WALKED OUT! I had to get to the ER alone. Now he is wondering WHY I'M UPSET AT HIM!
Bones