If it is true that part of the definition of doing your best is that your best is going to change from moment to moment, and will be different when you are healthy as opposed to sick, then under any circumstance all we can do is simply our best, and accept that self-judgement, self-abuse and regret are null.
I guess Mike did his best. And I did mine. He, struggling with PTSD, didn't have the courage and clarity of mind to be honest. And me struggling with 'him', struggling to reach him through it, through the fog of his anger, guilt, shame, and paranoia. We never really had a chance. That's all anybody can ask, really. And all we can ask of ourselves. Is that we do our best. And we did. It just wasn't enough.
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