I would come home from work and start at my door knob. Which man would be waiting on the other side? The sober one? Or the drunk one? Because you hope beyond hope that he sees himself one day & becomes the sober one — because Love. You loved that guy. You still do. But eventually your self preservation kicks in (if you’re lucky) and you execute your escape plan. I hope one of those 2 things happened for you. He saw himself and got sober. Or you are out of that mess — walked through your swamp — and out of the nightmare into the light. Peace my dear. Thank you for sharing this. ❤

Self discovery in progress, stay tuned