I was 5 minutes late from getting my 'train'. He waited outside the house which was good. He saw me walking down the road with my case and my new clothes.
He didn't take much, I asked him to take it all but he said there was no room in the car. I said I needed his stuff gone so I can move on. I did offer him a coffee but he refused.
He looks absolutely terrible, very skinny, needs a haircut, untidy beard, just terrible (thank God).
He cried and cried. I asked him why he was crying, he said he was so sad. I said he has made his choice so I don't know why he's sad.
I was incredibly strong, surprised myself and I think my mask worked.
I probably let myself down as when he just cried so much, I said I don't hate him, I just wish he had talked to me and there was no need for things to turn out like this.
I would have found it harder if he had looked great and well. By the way, there is nothing wrong with him as his chest x-rays came back fine.
I can't help feel sorry for him, he has destroyed me but I'm the one feeling sorry for him. What's wrong with me?!