At last, he's gone. This is what I wanted, so why does it hurt so much? Well, actually this was my second choice. I wished and hoped and prayed for him to get sober and come back to me the man he was when we fell in love. But that didn't seem to be happening. My second wish was that if he couldn't get sober that he just get out of my life. He was friendly and even affectionate to me. But I could no longer live with the daily/all day drinking. That wish finally came true. He left on Monday. I've been crying for two days, can't seem to stop. I saw my life going out of control along with his. I know this is the best for both of us. But I didn't know it would hurt so much.
