Well, sorry to say that I'm back. I was very supportive of him, and he had been attending NA meetings and even started seeing a psychiatrist. But as I type this post this morning, I have no idea where he is. He just got his IRS refund the other day, and I got nervous and told him to put it away somewhere, and he ASSURED me (yeah right!) that he had no intention of using the cash for crack. Well, I wish that had been the case. So now that I have resigned myself to the fact that this man that I love so much has a problem that he can't seem to recover from, I am now officially going to close that (once happy) chapter of my life. It absolutely destroys me, and I just can't do it anymore.