What's not fair is I'm not the one with the problems, but I always pay for it. I came home tonight to get some stuff because he's out of town on business and I really miss our house and my bed. I see my son's room and the baby's toys, and it makes me sad and it's hard to let go of that "happy family" dream. I see the desk and chair he bought me last month so I could be more comfortable at work. I see the picture we took in January when he took us to the beach for my birthday. It's hard not to remember those good things and focus on how bad the bad really is.