A few years ago I was hit by a car. I can't go into specific details as I don't want anyone knowing this is about them.

But long story short, it was a family member of mine, let's call them "A" (for asshole).

A hit me. Dragged me. Left me on the road. Took off in the car.

I had a catastrophic leg injury which has left me permanently physically disabled, it's been nearly 6 years and I am STILL going through rehabilitation. I had a bicondylar tibial plateau fracture, and it was comminuted. My meniscus was torn medially and laterally. I had an avulsion fracture of my femur that resulted in my lateral collateral ligament being gone, it's literally gone. Completely. All ligaments in my knee were torn to absolute buggery. I had to have surgery for orif and external fixation. Ex fix was on for nearly 4 months holding my leg straight which caused leg length discrepancy, post traumatic stiffness, and arthfibrosis. I was in hospital originally for nearly a month.

I had 3 surgeries in 11 months, and procedures. I was in a wheelchair chair for nearly a year and had to learn how to walk again.

I busted my arse at physio for months and months 3 days a week when the ex fix was removed to try and regain range of motion, plus everything I did at home every single day to try and help.

Fast forward to nearly 6 years later, I need a total knee replacement as I got diagnosed in 2022 with grade 4 post traumatic osteoarthritis of that knee, also bursitis in my hip on that side of my body due to my limp and leg length discrepancy.

Not once did "A" ask if I was ok. The blame was always on me. Always. Even now. I lost my entire family because of this. Every single one of them. My mum, dad, brothers, cousins, aunts, uncles, offspring of my brothers. Every single one of them turned their backs on me.

It was my children's father who took care of me, we were separated and not living together. He left his home, moved in with the kids and I, wiped my ass for me when I couldn't, got me to my copious amount of appointments every week, did absolutely everything for me because all I could do for nearly a year was sit on a recliner or in a wheel chair with a leg extension piece. It was horrendous.

Then throw in the unrelenting ptsd from this, anxiety and depression. (Yes I have a psychologist).

But the entire time, "A" threatened me, called me a dog, said I was dogging them, threatened to send people to my house because I didn't lie for them.

I then ran into some family members out and about when I wasn't having to rely on the wheelchair anymore, or crutches, and was told blatantly by them that it was my fault it happened. That I'm doing it for money.

I lost my business because of this. I lost my home because I couldn't afford where I was living anymore due to being unable to work. I lost my family. I lost my independence. I lost my healthy mind. I lost so so much.

But every one of them sucked up "A's" ass, and painted that person as the victim, not the perpetrator.

A's charges were severe. Aggravated dangerous driving occasioning grievous bodily harm, and intimidation.

Insurance took full liability- ie; not my fault in any way!

A went to jail for a year and half on a 2 and half year sentence. Lost license for 5 years. But that didn't stop A. Used to see the c**t driving anyway. Would report it, cops never did anything. Kick in the guts every single time.

Am I the asshole for not lying to cover A's ass? I nearly lost my leg. I literally still can't comprehend my ex families thoughts on this either. Ie, A being the victim and me being in the wrong. I was a pedestrian. I just don't understand. I had 4 children at the time as well, and zero family support. Not even a single phone call. Not one. We were all so close until this happened and it seems they picked a side, but there was no side to pick. They could of supported myself and my children in any way they could while still maintaing their family relationship with A. Instead my children's father put his life on hold to care for me. I had no one but him through all of this. And still to this day, my leg is absolutely fucked, the ptsd is still there, and I'm sick of feeling like shit. I can't run anymore, can't swim anymore, can't ride a bike with my kids, can't walk long periods (I need support), can kneel, can't squat, can't crouch, can't do a lot of stuff, and no one seems to understand how much this has impacted not only myself, but my children and their father. One of my children also got ptsd from this. (They have a child clinical psychologist).

Aitah?