Since he has been gone he hasn't been acting like himself at all. He moved back home to his moms and has regressed to a kid again. He is drunk and high most weekends. He was going to move back home when the baby is due because I have to get a C-section. Today he told me to find someone else to help you because I really don't want to. I will pay someone rather than take off of work. Even with all that he has been saying over the last couple of months I can't stop loving him.
I feel like a dog waiting to be patted on the head and when he leaves my tail goes between my legs. I feel so pathetic and I am so much better than this. I am just having the hardest time letting go and moving on. Any advice would be so appreciated. I am sick of starring into space and remembering all of the good times.


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