An afterthought... I've become aware recently that I've been "giving parts of myself away" or losing my identity again. That's been happening in order to keep the peace, to try and resolve differences in a "mature" manner with "I statements" and such. The proof is in the fact that I'm unhappy. It's not easy anymore, to disengage my feelings from his. It's beginning to wear me out and I've stopped trying. It hurts. This ties in with my thread on "Addicted".

... which reminds me... I need to get him to call his sister. He claims he can't leave until he hears from her. She always calls on his cell. His cell is probably hidden in his room while he reads his cheap romance novel out in the back yard... See what I mean?