Why? What's there to say?
He's trying to contact me now and I don't understand why. We just keep going in the same circles and getting nowhere except more dizzy and bruised when we talk.
He refuses to look at the true issue here and I'm so tired of trying to get him to look at it. So here I sit, not answering and just mind blown that he wants to keep this ride going.
FOR WHAT?! For freakin' WHAT?? My soul was already murdered through this. That's how it feels. So what, just stick the knife in a few more times to make sure it's truly dead never to live again?
God, why? He won't do the right thing for himself, yet he won't let it go either. He wanted his life with alcohol. I stepped out of the way. I gave him what he flippin wanted.