No, when I left, it was to a shelter. My ex was insane on alcohol, cocaine and he was deadly violent. He stalked me, bugged my phone, threatened my life and the lives of my family. He ignored restrainong orders to kick down the front door and tie me up with a phone cord. He popped my eardrum and broke two of my ribs, he handed me a loaded gun and told me to shoot myself. I don't like thinking about it and only dare myself to write the words. HIs life has gone on with the same pattern and he still uses....everything. Over the past years he has tried usng different occassions to strike up conversations but I don't even know him anymore but what's reallly weird is I don't know the woman who used to love him anymore either. What kind of sick cookie could have cried her guts out at losing him?