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OK, I really need to get this off my chest, but I'm not in the mood for any deep and meaningful conversations about it so I'm just writing it down.

The main reason me and Janette have been having trouble recently is simply because, next month she's going back to Canada, and I'm not. There's more to it all than that, but it all basically comes back to that one fact.

It's more that she really needs to be with her son again, but it's driving her crazy being here (and I really do mean crazy...), so for her own sanity, the sooner she gets 'home' the better, and she can't bring him over here while she feels this way. Me, on the other hand... I can't give up on my life here, not right now. I'm ready for a lot of things, but I'm not ready for that, at least not yet.

Yes, it's killing me. It's killing her too, but it can't be helped. No, I don't know what we're going to do. No, I don't know what I'm going to do without her, as to cut a long story short, she's 'fixed' me as far as certain areas of my life are concerned, and I'm worried I'll end up 'broken' again if she's not around to take care of me. And... no, I don't want to talk about it right now.

In a nutshell, this is where all my angst and anxiety has come from in the past couple of months.

Two people, perfectly matched, apart from the thousands of miles between them...

Life's a bitch, eh?

Strangely, I don't feel any better for writing that. Damn.