My ex was hit by a car on his motorcycle a few months ago. He doesn't have any family; I still love him and considered myself to be one of his closest friends. He very easily could have died, and when he got to the hospital, he posted on his snap story that he was hit. At this point, I had no idea what was going on; he seemed super out of it and I didn't know his condition at all or any details. I immediately threw up and couldn't stop crying. He never called me and when I asked him over text what happened he just said he was going in for scans. Before this, I would have assumed I would have been his go-to person for getting picked up from the hospital. Or at least to have someone there because I would be fucking terrified to be alone if it was me. I called my dad and he told me to call him my ex. I said I didn't want to do that since he didn't even tell me himself and I knew he wouldn't want a big scene. 

A few weeks later, it came up in conversation and I admitted to my ex how it was upsetting to find out through his snapchat story that he was in an accident. My thinking was, if he was able to post to that, why couldn't he send me a quick text saying he was okay. If I'm being completely honest, it was a fucking blow, like I didn't even mean anything to him to be worth a fucking text to know he was okay. I originally wrote it off as him having his priorities scrambled, but when it came up in conversation he said I made his accident about me and it was the most selfish thing he's heard anyone say. He keeps saying I should see it from his point of view; I knew he didn't want me to show up so I didn't and I didn't call him either, so I thought I was respecting him and what he wanted. I really wanted to go see him, but I didn't because I knew he wouldn't want someone fussing over him. He won't talk to me anymore because it was so selfish and immature of me he said; I'm heartbroken and I'm trying to see it from his point of view. He won't seem to see it from mine. 