He's pulled away, and for every time I've complained about him, I've cried. I think I've cried the whole weekend. I spoke to him today, and the sticking point is that he feels uncomfortable with the ingratitude and selfish behavior of my youngest. I have the grandson and he's not comfortable with that level of involvement with my family. And I find myself both in sheer terror of losing him and confused as to why I hold on so tightly to someone who simply doesn't love me the way I do him. I don't get me sometimes.