Seeing him with other women breaks my heart.
Watching him mess up another job interview makes me want to stomp my feet.
Watching him drink so much makes me need to wring my hands.
Hearing about another of his one-night stands make me want to cut of my ears.
Watching him shave off his hair in desperation forces me to pull at my own hair.
Not hearing him laugh is like drilling a crack in my soul.
Looking as he cries at my grave messes with my head.