This is one of those situations that I think belongs in a movie. I never imagined I could be involved in anything so sordid. I myself haven't done anything except come to see the person who I believe to be the love of my life. But, what is going on around me seems truly wicked.

I think I'm doing pretty well with it all, but I've had a few upsetting moments.

I think at this point I mostly feel bad for her. She's had three more months of therapy, but she seems worse than ever. Maybe this is the result of loss and pain, rather than therapy. It's hard to know for certain. The country I am in has some of the worst health care in the semi-developed world, and I can only assume the mental health care is on a similar level.

I think I should probably write about the details rather than generalities.