Sigh (part 2)

More drama with Drew's roommate.

Things have been going well between them, they're talking again, but it's clear something is bothering M.

So Drew's Thanksgiving celebration included his sister, his uncles and his aunt, as well as me and (very briefly) our daughters. M was invited, of course.

When it came time to eat ...M didn't come downstairs. He called Drew and told him "I got to the top of the stairs...but couldn't make myself go down ..."

Clearly a sign he needs professional help.

But has six million excuses why he can't go to a therapist.

If he really wanted the help, he'd work out the finances and logistics.


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