So, the long and short of it is: he's jobless, carless, phoneless, and now...homeless. The job isn't my fault. And really, neither is the home situation. His brother just got sick of taking care of him with him losing his job in November, and then not getting a new one until February, which is lost 3 weeks later. I say lost. Let me rephrase: FIRED from both because he was sleeping with a co-worker in one and had too much attitude for the other. The car and phone, yeah, that was me, but only because he wasn't fulfilling his obligations on those. So I'm trying not to care. I really am. And it's killing me because by nature, I'm an empathetic, altruistic person. So, please confirm to me that because he's the way he is, he'll charm his way into someone else's nightmare and everything will work out fine, right? I mean, if it wasn't for me 8 years ago, he would have been right where he's at now anyway. How do I turn off my heart? And what if something REALLY bad happens? Like what if he has hit rock bottom so hard he decides enough is enough with this life? Do you know the GUILT I will wear for the rest of my life? I don't WANT bad things to happen to him. I just want him to be okay. I don't care if he's okay with some other woman. I really don't. I just want him to be safe. Is that so wrong of me?