I'm leaning on throwing in the towel, but with reservations. I still love him, but, as I said earlier on, I don't want to be the old lady in the resthome whose old man is exposing himself in the cafeteria. This IS twice now. There is no reason to believe that sorrow and remorse on his part is genuine or long lasting. It's all about his ego. I've concentrated more on covering my own a@@ financially.
There is still some part of me that wants him back. The part that truly believed we were always meant to be together. I was ready and willing to grow old with him, despite any infirmities his injuries might result in. He, on the other hand, was more interested in having his ego, amount other things, stroked.
Did I answer the question, or did I just muddy the waters??
