We refuse to see how bad something is until it completely destroys us -- Late December 2015

It was after a long day with Addie and the kids.  I always took the last couple of weeks off for vacation from work.  Addison and I had been drifting apart for a little while now... I was focusing more on my rehab and she was throwing herself into her work.  I still loved her -- I was sure that I always would as she was my first love -- but nothing was the same.  I got myself situated on the side of the bed, sitting there, rubbing my face.  "Addison... what are we doing?" I asked her, looking over my shoulder into the adjoining bathroom where she was brushing her teeth.

I spit into the sink and turned around.  "What do you mean?" I asked him, sighing and leaning against the bathroom countertop.

"Us... this whole thing," I said to her.  "We argue or we don't talk at all.  We're both miserable."  I had to be honest.

I took a deep breath and looked over at Dean through the mirror as I brushed my hair before bed one last time. "We don't always do that," I said to him, though me disputing his fact pointed out that he was right in a manner of speaking as well.

I raised my eyebrows at her.  "Oh really?" I questioned.  "When was the last time either one of us were happy?"