Well, it doesn't much matter about who was enmeshed anymore. At this point, I am just grieving what I thought was ours. That it is over. I told the IC that he can't come home anymore. It has been a year, as of this past Monday, since the first bomb.
I want someone in my life who can talk about their inner-most thoughts. I am so tired of this whole mess, tired of being alone. I wonder just how long I have really been alone.
