Not sure where to start, Part 3

[wishing, hoping]

I just don't get it. He's acting like a lovesick puppy. It's sickening. He's making a fool of himself. But whatever. It's not my problem. I just don't want my kids around it. That's what matters to me.

I am proud of myself for being just fine alone. I don't need another person to make me whole or complete. H used to love that line from "Jerry Maguire" you know the one "you complete me." I never understood the fascination but now it fits into the puzzle. Makes me wonder if he ever truly was in love with me or in love with love?