maybe i should go to rehab...

After everything we've been through (or rather, that he's put me through), I feel like I should want to hate him, curse him out to high hell and back, then tell him to never dial my number again -- but for some reason, I just can't. For as raggedy as his azz is, there is a part of me that still loves him, laughs at his jokes, and wants him to get it together.... with me. And no matter how long it's been, talking with him always comforts a piece of my soul. It's some kind of stupid co-dependency.... or at least my therapist told me so. Still, knowing that, I just can't shake him....