She is coming by this morning, to pack away the final things. I feel that this will "hopefully" be the last time I run into her. That's wishful thinking, considering we live in a small town, and our homes will only be a few blocks away. I wish there was some way of stopping this, getting it through her head that what she is doing, doesn't need to done. I can make my changes, and we can be happy. But, those are just tricks my tired mind is playing on me. Her level of unhappiness is obviously greater than I ever imagined. This is probably for the best. I couldn't live out my days with her, wondering when the next time wold be
