I wish I could elaborate but its not my story to tell and he would kill me if he knew I was mentioning it.

This weekend has sucked big time, its been a very disturbing and upsetting experience.

Its weird that you would think after nearly four years of being with someone you have seen it all, but even before the shit hit the fan on Saturday, I was already learning things about G's psyche on Friday night. Odd that someone so beautiful- physically, mentally, spiritually, all that, could feel so differently about themselves than the way you see them.

I wish I had've known that earlier. Strange how people on the outside of something could probably tell you straight away what someone thinks or feels but you're blind to it because of how you personally see them. Like "No, he could never think that of himself, because he's G and he's perfect".

He's so hard on himself. Time to tread lightly, instead of my "You're so silly" approach to things.

Yeah, so things are bad for him and its nothing to do with me, so I cant make it better. I fuss to much, but if I dont I feel guilty for not.

Its amazing how some people cope with the most impossible situations without running away. Im awe-struck by that.

I've given him the perfect "Out" but he's not going to take it, and I understand that perfectly