One of my exes I met in rehab—no joke. That should have been reason enough to not start a romantic entanglement, but as soon as we were discharged from the facility, we started dating and the relationship quickly became a nightmare. He was a liar and had no intention of staying clean and sober, as I quickly found out. He was admitted to the rehab clinic because of a court order and, to add to this beautiful story, he drove me around town on a stolen motorcycle his brother had lent him. I finally broke the whole thing off when I found out he was having an affair with another woman. Thank goodness I found my excuse to exit! Years later, I was told he died from an overdose. I was sad, of course, but I was also relieved he hadn’t dragged me down with him. What was I thinking immersing myself in such a mess? 

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  1. Diana
    Diana says:

    ahhhh yes… I think everyone has a story (or more than one!!) to tell… I personally was stuck on stupid for a while. The only thing that makes me feel a bit better about it is that out of that came out something so much better!


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