and now, re reading, for some reason, the $$$ are the least of my worries...I need to get the marriage stuff together.

He's got so many other problems (the DWI could end up costing his job, for example, if they find out) that frankly, he could really crack...he puts up a strong front but I'm afraid he's torn up inside...wish I could be the person that reaches him but apparently I'm not, anymore.

He's out of town for a couple of days and frankly I'm just enjoying the peace...he left this afternoon. I wish I could take off work and just hang around at home and get stuff done.

Slowly all the roles we act out become our Identity, And in the end we are what we pretend to be. -Jerry Cantrell