The sky so perfectly matches my mood right now. So cloudy, and intensly dark...so its purple almost. Its casting this dark garish color over everything, so its a queasy shade of eggplant purple.
In a moment though, it will just be dark. He's left. We've resolved *nothing*. I finally got him to understand that he really did do it, it took like 2 hours of patient explaining and crying. I feel like I have to raise a grown man not to go off and have a snit because you played your video games too late and forgot you had shit to do before bed.
He feels terrible, and suspects the ugly truth: his mother really *didn't* raise him right. She's a fucking psycho. He realizes this, but he hates to admit the part about being brought up by said psycho. I'm sick enough to really want to help him get over that shit.
Maybe yet one more weekend away will clarify things. We really did get along better when we didn't live together. Maybe its time for a trailer out on the "plantation". Now that has a ring to it.
