I took the boys to see him Friday evening and when we got there he was in his room in just boxers. I knocked on the door and he answered, and his face was so apprehensive and scared, like he didn't know what to expect. He saw it was me and I saw he had no pants so I said "Hey, we are going to go wait in the dining room, why don't you put on some pants and meet us there?" I corralled the boys to the table (a few feet away) and I heard him calling my name. I went into his room and he was sitting on the edge of the bed. He asked me "I don't know what I am supposed to do here. I need pants or something?"
So I grabbed his pants. They were on the floor, tangled up in his shoes like he had taken his pants off before he took his shoes off.
I untangled everything and helped him get them on. He tried to zip the zipper before he pulled them up and then tried to buckle the belt before he buttoned or zipped them. And he kept asking me what was happening and where were we going. When he stood up, he suddenly grabbed me and put his head on my shoulder and just hugged me. Then he kissed my cheek and said he loved me. And then he said "I was wondering. Will there ever be a time when I won't be in a place like this?" And a little part of me died inside.
There are so many days I just feel like I can't handle this. At all.
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