I had to leave. It was to much for me to take. It was not getting better, only worse. I know it was the rite thing to do but I am sad. This is a man I thought I would live the rest of my life with. I wish he would just step up to the plate and take care of him self! I can take care of me. I am easly pleased. Work, come home, pay bills, snuggle with me. Not much just avrage stuff. Why can't he get with it? I want to go back to him and I am feeling weak! We still talk on the daily, just don't live together. Its like he has the best of both worlds and I barely live in one.
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