That just makes me feel even worse. He looked like shit when I got there and all I did was explode and walk out. I was just so hurt. I don't even know the real reason it hurts anymore.

It would be a lot of commuting and my whole life is in New York, besides Pat. I mean, it would be an upheavel, but it's not impossible. Money's not really an issue. It might be a culture shock. But I'm healthy and Pat's not. At the end of the day, I just want to be with him. We've been together three months on the weekend. I thought it was all going so damn well. But then he's in such a distraught state he accidentally kisses someone else because I'm not there. What is wrong with this picture?