It breaks my heart Rob, whats left of it, to see him fall apart as he has over the past 18 months, maybe longer, since his Dad went into that coma. I look back at all those years of photos, so many smiles, so many happy memories. I dont know what happened. My love for him remains intact. Either he doesnt love himself, or he just decided he loves someone else. I dont know. I know he is very unhappy.
I'll never forget that moment we walked into that hospital room and saw his Dad lying there. My ex sat down and took his hand and it hit me like a tonne of bricks.. how I would feel if it were me taking his hand and he were lying in that bed. His Dad yawned and opened his eyes but it was too late. I remember thinking, I never want to be apart from him, ever. I often went with him, but would wait outside the room mostly, as it was too painful, even for me, to watch him die. But my ex went and held his hand and talked to him every day for 2 1/2 months. He stepped out of the room one day and when he came back, his Dad had died.
