In the meantime, he continues his downward spiral and the world pretends that up is down.
In the meantime, I am stagnate because he makes demands and endless calls that I am far to weak to resist.
This is supposed to be my time to find myself, insert midlife crisis cliche here. I haven’t s clue what the next phase of my life holds and I need to figure it out before I can imagine reuniting with him.
He does not understand my needs, his family may but they simply do not care. I am not their main concern, they care but he is theirs, I am learning to be just me.
In the meantime…