A Roundabout Way For Me To Stay Close To Him

Beginning with a picture of me naked at a party, my work friend showing the picture to our boss. He lit into us, 'get that damn thing off the social media right now'. The picture broke the ice with him, from then on everything was personal. Until he made his move and literally put me under him. I won't say I didn't want being there, I did.

I was invited by a couple of sorority sisters to go with them to Costa Rica. On a volcano I tripped and fell and broke my ankle, in a compound fracture. The airlift off the volcano, orthopedic surgery, hospitalization, I found out my insurance didn't cover me internationally. I would not be released from the hospital unless I settled the bill, 52 thousand and climbing.

My boss got involved and flew to San Jose to rescue me and take me home with him. He put the bill on his Amex, got me a first class ticket. I was left with my roommate and him calling in. I developed a painful, nasty bone infection in one one the screws used to hold my ankle together. By the time my roommate reacted I was in toxic shock. I spent six weeks in the hospital, the surgery had to all be redone, the infection wouldn't respond to first line antibiotics. By the time I was released my boss took me home with him.

I'm in therapy, I came close to losing my leg below the knee. I live full time now with my boss and family. I'm in debt to him more than I can pay, not to mention the personal feelings. I've been visited by him at midnight where he takes his liberties with me, not that I'm against that, I'm not. I get the now and then reminder of how lucky I am. I pull my weight with whatever I can, but his wife pretty much wants me keeping him company as opposed to helping her in the kitchen.

I give up my cane upon a few weeks, I'll be cleared to drive. My lease ran out, so I'm basically homeless. My job is still open, but awkward returning to work under him, when I know full well I'll be under him when he gets up in the middle of the night. He says for me to learn to compartmentalize my work and personal life. Easy for him to say, he's not the girl here, for him it's easy.