Sometimes I feel like my lot in life is to get that glimpse of love and happiness, only to have it snatched away once I start to feel comfort and warmth. I once joked that I could be a professional widow because I am so used to the grieving process. Oh if the tear tracks could tell you of my sorrows!
He needs time, and I understand there are some serious issues going on right now. I just don't want to discuss it overmuch right now.
He was keeping me from completely isolating.