I loved my EXAH's potential. I loved the dream I had in my head of happily ever after.
That cost me 5 years of my life living in hell.
After I got into recovery myself and divorced him, I loved him from afar, as a fellow addict.
I thought of him often over the years.
He died 4 years ago from complications due to AIDS. He contracted HIV while I was in rehab, so I thank God every day that I didn't go back home to him.