What a long, hard road.
Having him so firmly a part of my life has two very different sides to it. On one hand, he has had a chance to redeem himself somewhat, and that’s… good. I can’t just dismiss him and dwell on the negative, right?
On the other hand, there’s always something new to frustrate me, to completely drive me up the wall, and remind me why it is I still hate to look at him.
