Saw my counselor today. He made me feel much better, much less like a crazy person. Confirmed my "diagnosis" of bf with globalized anxiety disorder.

I think the way all this is going to end is I'm going to give him one more week (while his bro is in town on the off-chance bro might be able to talk some sense into him) and then have "the talk". I'm just going to tell him how much he's hurt me, that I think he needs help, and that we're over. Without cussing him out. Wish I could stick around to love and help him but he doesn't want it and is moving anyway. So this is it unless there is some miraculous turnaround.