Blackie, You're breaking my heart, now wouldja quit it.
It makes me want to wrap you up in a big hug to read your pain so clearly.
I actually think that you broke each other--she's just more verbal and less cave-ish about it. You have done (or at least started) the work in figuring out your sh*t. From the sound of it, she's still wallowing. Can't yet see her role in all of this. It will hit her one day, with a clarity that will bring her to her knees.
As far as your disposition is concerned, phooey I say. No need to reinvent yourself--not possible anyway. Tweak it, maybe.
Well I'm at a loss. Truly, women do not know how to comfort men. Or I should say that I do not know how to verbally do it. If you were local, I'd cook you some nice grub or something. Silly internet has SO many limitations. Whenever I try to comfort H (the whole whopping *one* time he needed it), it usually ends up buggin him somehow so I will not force my lameness on you.
Just know that your last post made me cry and I don't do that easily or often.
