Thanks for asking, tecomsin. I thought about updating yesterday, but it was a long and exhausting day, so I crashed (slept) instead. I found a place (renting a room in someone's home -- there are 3 other renters as well -- feels like a really nice place). I was going to call his dad, but was too exhausted after getting back from the hospital and just sent a quick text about the surgery. Yes, I went to the hospital. Visited a bit and helped him eat (there was a complication and he's restricted to laying flat).

Today work got out early and I went over to the hospital. "Are we ok?" "No." "Will we be ok?" "No.". We talked. It was a calm talk, but he reeled when I told him I was moving out. (Not one to give idle threats, I was kind of surprised that my saying "we're done" wasn't clear we'd not be living together.) He begged me to reconsider. Not to abandon him. Not now. That we should talk. Etc, no need to write everything of course. I did talk about issues I had with the relationship, and pervasive troubling patterns.

I'm going to call his dad tonight. I hate putting this on his plate, I really do. But honestly there is no point at which it *wouldn't* land there.

Sigh. Why can't life be simple? At least some of the time...

Oh God, his dad just texted me. Guess that's my cue for the phone call. Dreading this. Wish I had some coffee. I'm so tired...