This has to be one of the biggest mistakes I've made in my life. Imagined so perfect, yet it was only the perfect trap. Reliant on him for companionship or friendship is like trying to hang yourself from a styrofoam branch. . . .repeated attempts at suicide, following in completed, eternal failure. Can you believe it? He and I, live together, it could be so picturesque in a world where Robert Smith ate peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Here's a wonderful quiz, anyhow. . .