He let his emotions get the best of him and left before he completed the program the first time. Now he has to go through it all again.. and so do I. When he talks about leaving again for six weeks I start to panic. I know he needs to talk about it, I don’t want him to keep it inside but I can’t breathe, my eyes well up, I start to fidget. I don’t want to face that this has to happen. If he doesn’t do this he’s fucked. We’re fucked. He can’t live this way and neither can I.
