I guess I just think it is sad. I mean, I wonder was he always like this? And the answer is probably yes. He was used to having someone do everything for him, and never learned to do it on his own. It does explain a lot... I have a tendency to be the "saviour" and apparently he was my lost cause.
But I didn't mind. I loved taking care of him.
At the end of the day, though, I am better off. I hate saying that because I do love him, but I cannot be his mother, his wet nurse, his concubine, whatever TF he is looking for. I don't mind taking care of someone as long as it is reciprocated. For a time it was, but now?
Nope.
Im still standin better than I ever did looking like a true survivor feeling like a little kid Im still standin after all this time and Im picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind..
