Thats the thing, I didn't even bring it up. He did. I poured him a glass of water and he didnt touch it. I let him talk and validated. Told me it doesn't matter if I forgive him.
I have to leave our apartment and told him a date to come get his stuff and he asked to come by this week. And this is what he tells me.
We don't have children so it's just me. Dealing with it all by myself, day after day. And he doesnt seem to have half as much inner turmoil as me. Doesn't seem to care. I got upset and told him he's depressed and needs to go see someone. He is being the worst to me. And all I can think of doing is just giving up as he has told me to do.
"Be messy and complicated and afraid and show up anyways."
