As I have said, my long-time boyfriend has cancer. Yesterday at the ER, when he went to get some pain medication (he's between doctors right now till the 11th), the PA told him his records said he also had prostate cancer. Neither of us knew this, it had never been mentioned before. The doctor, per law, was only able to prescribe enough medication till today. He got extrememely ugly, started cussing the doctor lady and embarrassed me to death. In one way, I'm used to this, my mother used to do it all the time when I was little, and I've grown accustomed to the same from him. However, once outside, he took it out on me. Every time things don't go right, or he's in pain, I get it taken out on me. I try to be understanding, because I know he hurts, so I overlook it and don't fight back. But yesterday I got accused of taking his pills (I just passed a clean drug screen for my doctor), and would never do that to either him or myself. It's just like old times. Name calling, insults, get out of the house, whole nine yards. I don't care about him, and so on. I am trying to be patient, but if it's going to go back to the way it was before I moved out the last time, I'm not sure I can do it. He insulted my entire family because they don't like him (they have good reason), and even my little grandbaby that was adopted that he knows is a sore spot for me and my son. My son was so upset it took him all night to calm down. To me, my first responsibility is to my son, and I had told him (my bf) when I left him the last time he'd die alone the way he acted. I understand him being in pain and scared and all that, I have a heart condition where I should have been dead years ago, but to abuse people that are trying to help, he makes me feel like crap. Is there a point in this where enough is enough?