So, it looks like I'm back on PC, after a two year relationship and marriage of six months. After immigration paperwork to bring over my fiance, after working non-stop to support us. After feeling worthless and useless, and watching my partner quit drinking, and then pick it up again toward the end. Back after fights and tolerating someone who is mentally unstable, while I take meds everyday like clockwork. Back to PC to stay sane, to find support, and to convince myself that the world has not just ended. He left yesterday morning to fly home to Europe, and I am sad I may never see him again, even after all of this hardship. I hope I can turn this around and make myself smile again. I miss him. I miss us. And at the same time all the stress of being with him and supporting him has melted away.

Time heals...right?