Someone remind me that life is for the living. Where is the gratitude I felt only weeks ago? Someone please explain to me that it was a feeling I was reacting to and not an action I brought on myself. and yet, here I am, still alone and second-guessing and now afraid of time passing when I need to take care of priorities and I can't do anything without him. He is now on the government paperwork, all they need is his John Hancock. But, he is in hiding, that much I know is certain, debts to be paid, conveniently forgotten and promises made, broken. Why, because I felt sorry for myself? So I lose again because I had already lost this weekend? Doesn't seem right and doesn't seem fair.