I would respond to thread on other site "Well Meaning Friends" but I just can't get in.  So I will write here that everywhere I go in this small town, people ask "Where is X?"  "You two are meant to be together."  Ick.  I can't get away from it. Those that don't know what it's like can't possibly fathom the hell we go through.  I put on a happy face so that I don't crumble...doesn't always work.  Oh, hell. I hate this.