Well, The W is sick. She left her job and came here to "our" house instead of her new apartment. She is upstairs right now. I know she was with OM over the weekend and that upsets me. But now she is here, in the bed, sounding like she wants to cough up a lung. She keeps asking me to do things for her and I so badly want to tell her to go let OM take care of her.
I do not want to be a doormat, but I do not know how to tell her that since she moved out and left me, then she should expect me to take care of her.
