Tobea is Lost.

My young adult years were as tumultuous as my preteen years or even earlier, my childhood years. The further I look back, the worse off I felt/was. That is not something we can get into right now.

I felt compelled to write because I am afraid.  I am afraid that I am losing my fiancee.  He pulls away from me.  Especially when he is depressed.  Which is normal, I suppose.  But then there’s “Her.” He tells her things about me that I have no idea about.  He keeps telling me that I am the most amazing person in his life, his best friend.  But he talks about things to a woman that is Not his best friend instead  of talking to me.  Maybe this is my bipolar, or maybe I am right.

I just had to tell someone.

Next entry soon.