Heh, fair enough Cece.
I suppose for me, I wasn't really addicted to the actual person, my partner. I think what I was addicted to was the illusion of my partner that I had created in my mind. It was something that went far back, something that was there and that was an unhealthy part of our relationship right at the beginning. This something was a neediness he had, one that fulfilling made me feel loved and important.
This was a wonderful feeling in the beginning, but is what got me in trouble as the relationship changed, and I started rescuing, enabling, and generally refusing to see that my own responses were no longer appropriate, that they were harming me.
It wasn't the addict himself that I was addicted to. It was that sense of being loved, needed and important that I was addicted to.
We think that love and marriage will seal us to a person in happiness for ever, but that all flies out the window when the craziness of addiction comes into the mix.