When I think of him, I don’t feel good, but I don’t really feel anxiety either. I guess the best word to describe my feelings toward him is resentment.
I feel like I wasted the years I spent with him. He had his shit together when we started dating, then his drinking got worse, until it got to the point that he didn’t care about anything, except drinking.
He’s now lost everything, and almost everyone in his life and he’s continuing to drink.
His stepmom finally had enough and kicked him out a few weeks ago. He is now here, without a car or place to live, or a job. He’s burned all of his bridges finally, when it comes to his family, and with the majority of his friends.