I do think women put up with a lot more than men.  Most men would have probably ended it after the first night of the Kleenex, or at least after the second.  I wanted things to work so badly, though.   Part of it is, I haven’t come to terms with having to date again.  We’ve been together for a year now, and starting over sounds tiresome.  Right now, the Kleenexes remain better than the possibility of something, which could potentially be worse.  At least John seems to care about me, is disease free, and loves Law and Order.  Maybe I should have just told him in the beginning. 

John, Again