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mistoferin -> RE: Instability in the Lifestyle (11/20/2007 11:44:51 AM)
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The best advice I can give you is to simply relate to you my own story. You can take from it what you find useful. My ex Master and I were together for 11 years. The first 8 of those years were amazing. He was my Master but he was also my lover, my best friend, my whole world. Everything I did, I did with him in mind...from the moment my eyes opened in the mornings until the moment my eyes closed at night. We had an amazing relationship that, quite honestly, I could never possibly begin to find words that would describe the love, the intensity, the passion, the trust and the bond that we established together. He was a recovering alcoholic when I met him...I knew that up front. He had been sober for some time before we got together and he remained completely sober for those first 8 years. And then it began to unravel. He faced some very heavy problems at work, was dealing with a back injury, had several very close family members pass away in a short period of time...basically he was overwhelmed...and he picked up that drink. The next three years were a huge struggle. He knew that he had a problem...denial wasn't an issue. Taking the steps that he needed to take was more than he could deal with though. In those last 3 years, no matter what I said, no matter what I did, no matter how supportive, how encouraging I was....none of it was enough....none of it was right. It continued to spiral out of control until it got to the point that I could no longer find in him the man who owned my heart and soul. He became untrustworthy, abusive, sullen, raging, unreliable, impossible to communicate with. There is no feeling in the world like watching someone you love so dearly standing at the edge of that dark abyss, knowing full well they are going to go over that edge....and there is nothing....absolutely nothing that you can do to stop them. I watched him fall, hitting all of sharp rocks on the way down....and I tried desperately to save him at each level....and repair the damage. But there became a point at which he was pulling me down there with him. Every night he drank started to end in one of two ways....a hospital...or a jail. I began to be thankful for the nights that ended with him in jail. I had to make a decision....by far the toughest decision I have ever had to make in my entire life. I had to decide to save myself. On one fall morning, after taking out a loan,...after picking him up from jail...after securing him a lawyer to deal with the 7 felony charges he had racked up the night before....after finding him a long term treatment center that would accept him....I sat down beside him and told him that I could do no more...and I folded my hand.
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