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?