Seriously. I’m so lost.

I’ve pretty much given up any hope of a smooth, friendly transition into divorce. Mr. Waffle spent all yesterday drinking and posting to Facebook, including our “complicated” relationship and a photo of him, at a bar, with the caption, “This is me happy. It’s been a while.”

WELL, FUCK YOU TOO.

I asked him to take down the “complicated” status and he said he would, but it’s still there. The bar picture, however, is gone.

We’re still living together. He’s got nowhere to go and can’t stay with family because he doesn’t want them to know he’s drinking again.

I know I’m a sucker, and I know I shouldn’t be “helping” him, because this is exactly what I’ve been doing for the last seven years, and look where it got me!

Oh, he loves me, and he doesn’t want to lose me, but he’s been systematically rejecting me while being perfectly fine with me taking care of him and I’m a giant dumbass because I STILL want him to love me.

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So, yeah. There we are.