I'll keep it short- Today I had to drive H to his apartment and it made me SOOOO sad. Probably not why you think, though. I did not go in; I just waited out in the car looking around and it broke my heart. The paint was peeling, the trim at the bottom of the decking was green with algae(?), it just looked..bleh. I started crying that he had to live like that. He pays for me to live in a 3 year old, 4+bed house and he lives there.
He came back to the car and was chit chatty and I started crying; he asked why and I said "I am soo sad your living there. It's just so... blechh." He sort of laughed and said "it's not THAT bad." and then said something about it was weird that I was feeling sorry for him- to which I agreed, it was weird.
WTH is wrong with me? Why do I feel so bad for him? And what does that say about how badly he wants out?
Me-43 H-46 M 12 yrs 7/09 T 15 2 grown kids bomb 7/05/07 H moved out 8/04/07 11/22/09 told him I quit;let's get ball rolling Mid Dec- he isn't sure he wants D End 2/2010-Starting to consider piecing
