He is becoming unraveled. I’m starting to think that what he doesn’t need is a girlfriend. What he does need is professional help (or an exorcist). There was a point in my life when I couldn’t live without him. But now I don’t know. I was ready to leave again last night. Lately I’ve been thinking that I’m not quite cut out for relationships or marriage. He once represented my picket fence dream. But now he represents a life in bondage. A simple gesture might set him off. What happens then? will he kill me?