he apologized for not really being able to "be there for me" when I had my car accident. I would just spontaneously cry for about a week or two after the accident - the fear, the guilt, the whole thing would just erupt. H would notice and he might come pat my arm and say, "It will be ok" or something but it was like he was doing it from another room.
This is so yukky. It almost reminds me of the time Mojo's H wouldn't put his arm around her when her dad died... except, in some ways, it's colder.
