So we "survived" his suicide attempt (the blog about that is here, it will open in a new window) and came home that night, professing our "love" for each other. More like our "sick co-dependence", but whatever. The next day we woke up super late and were just lounging around the house. Last day's event was not mentioned much. Tim did ask me to please not tell anyone about what had happened, especially my parents, and I agreed. Sure, it was a big mistake; his family should have been informed... Sign in to see full entry.