I am now in my seventh week after having asked my AH of thirty-one years to leave, and I have only talked to him in the interim, not seen him. I love him still, but I am already more at peace, and I can see joy on the horizon. It is so nice to come home to a peaceful house, so nice to leave town and not wonder what he's doing, so nice not to check up on him anymore and feel like a snoop the whole time I'm doing it. He also still loves me, but he is a mess and will only torture me again if I take him back. So I'm not. Life without an aloholic is pretty wonderful, and I'm only starting it. I wish you good dreams and healthy living.