In the very beginning of our separation (like the day I left) I also sent my AH a couple of emails. I was so so angry at him. I outlined how he would spiral down, maybe eventually killing someone else, how I didn't even know who he was, how absolutely sure I was he just didn't give a sh%^& about me. How he needed help and that I was leaving and he can either get himself help or I would never, ever be in his life again.
It was like yelling at a steel door, that was locked, and goes to an underground bunker. Sure, I got to say what had been building up inside me for awhile, but, I was essentially screaming into a black hole.
It's his journey I now know. I have my own journey to complete.