so a friend directs me to stbx's yahoo personal profile...and yep, there it is, just weeks after he fell apart laughing at the idea of seeing anyone again anytime soon. And, totally grody, the photo shows him in my living room. My childhood rocking horse is in the background. Ew, ew, ew. My favorite part? His firm assertion that he doesn't want to be in a relation to fix or save someone else. "That's your job," he says. Sure, along with nursing him through his various depression/anxiety episodes, taking care of his finances, creating a social life for him, not being too successful & leaving him feeling inadequate, etc.
The wave of nausea has passed, and I can almost wish him well on his continued loony escapades. I'd ask him what his plans are re: waiting to introduce dd to anyone he meets, but there's no point in placing faith in what the guy says.
The wave of nausea has passed, and I can almost wish him well on his continued loony escapades. I'd ask him what his plans are re: waiting to introduce dd to anyone he meets, but there's no point in placing faith in what the guy says.