After making the conscious decision to no longer continue any further contact with Robin the days are dull...the ones where he crosses my mind. The nights are spent anxious that he will just show up at my house if I am home without any plans and waking up without him here is unbearable. However, part of me feels like the man I loved and knew and thought of as my other half is dead. The addict that is left where he use to stand is someone I don't know, who would hurt me to further himself and does not have my best interest on any part of his mind.
How was I so willingly blind to how bad he was getting for so long?