I guess I'm a little leary of getting back to the whole 'let him know what he is missing' place, 'cause that's where we were a few months ago before H started putting me back in my box.
I feel I'm getting dangerously close to apathy. It feels like I've spent the past few years just getting him to understand I don't hate him, while feeling attacked myself. And I've definately been pulling myself away even further this past month.
