I never thought I would be one day crying over this, but I am. I can't quite tell if I feel sorry for us, for me, or for him. I think I feel sorry for the fact I once got myself so deep into it. And I feel sorry for him because I feel he's now gradually walking the same path that transformed me into a two-leg monster. And perhaps I feel sorry for us, since I'm not sure if we're supposed to survive together.