My ex-husband proposed after an all night partying binge,
"The voice of God told me I am an alcohol, and you are the one He sent to save me."
So, I married him, he stayed sober for 2 weeks, and it was on.
I tolerated the madness four 4 years, the bankruptcy, the verbal and physical abuse, inc. being sexually assaulted and battered by him while pregnant with our second child.
He walked out after putting me in the hospital, where I discovered I was pregnant with our daughter.
He chose alcohol over me, our children, and everything else.
He let our babies go without diapers while getting it on with 2 waitresses at the corner bar.
I forgave him, and we tried reconcilliation, twice.
Where is he today?
At the bar, living off his latest victim, ruled a danger to me and his own children, and all the while still using that sociopathic charm he's had since his days as the star linebacker/drug dealer of the school to win community awards, business bonuses, and all while I work 60 hr. weeks taking care of our 3 kids alone with next to nothing in child support.
The moral?
I'm all for fairy tale endings, but look before you leap Cinderella
You first, Princess!
OH7