Big Girl Panties and Emergency Contact

I wore my big girl panties to the doctor yesterday. With my own big girl insurance. And then came the paperwork. You know, where it asks are your married? Who is responsible for this person?   Who do we call in an emergency? And my sick sorry self cried in the waiting room. I am sick. Not like going to die any minute sick but flipping sick none the less and whom should they call in an emergency? I want to call him. I want him to give a shit. But he doesn't. Hasn't in years. Did he ever?And yet I still mourn him. Someday my big girl panties will stay on. And I won't give a shit about him. Awwww who am I kidding. Shit.