"I rolled my eyes. "You're supposed to dress up and go to interviews. I bought you two nice shirts and pants so you could go and they still have price...tags on them."He pushed his clothes onto the floor and flopped down on the couch. "Just leave me alone Angie. I'll get a job and then I can get out of here so you'll stop nagging me."I felt rage stirring. I grabbed one of his dirty t-shirts and threw it at him."Hey!" He yelled."No wonder Heidi wants to divorce you! I don't blame her!" I snapped. And the man who’d just strolled into her diner wasn’t like those men she’d signed off on. He wasn’t like the guy passed out on his stool at the counter, or the pimp that just barged in, stared out the premises, and shimmied off just as quickly. He was different, and she knew it. In truth, it wasn’t hard. He didn’t walk like a guy that had a broom handle up his ass, for starters. His teeth were white, his stubble designer, rather than the life of hardship affirming, and he wore immaculate black. Jen went to work everyday and to exercise class three nights a week. Other days she would stop by to see her parents. We usually got home about the same time. One of us would make some kind of dinner or we went out to eat. Afterwards we would watch some TV and play around. We didn’t always have sex but did a lot of fondling. I did give her a massage twice a week which usually led to sex. We did go to dinner every other weekend to one of our parents’ homes. They were always happy to see us and. My sweat glands gave an effort. I actually sweated a little. Not the way I should have been. But, it’s a start. I’ve spent a lot more time with my came because I’ll randomly start falling over. I’m scared of doing a header off my front steps so I’m very careful about using them.Cognitively, I seem to be more off center. My family is saying that I’m doing weird things. I have no clue what they’re talking about my left arm not included. Why would I say that? My anxiety expresses as some paranoia.