I kicked my ex out a little over 1 week ago. He has become a crack addict. We were together 7 years, the first 5 years were wonderful. He proposed to me, we were planning a wedding, then he started messing around with drugs. He never had in the past. Over the past 2 years I have watched him destroy his life. He has nothing left (material wise or friend/family wise). I would kick him out then let him back in. I have given him so many chances. Then he stole my riding lawn mower last weekend and I havn't seen him since last Sunday. He used to be a wonderful man, hard worker, good father to his son, always willing to help anyone and treated me like a queen. Now, he doesnt work, doesnt see his son (which is a good thing now), he has no good friends left. He destroyed his credit and is in tremendous debt and doesn't even care. Why do I hurt so bad over a man that did me wrong for so long? My family and I tried everything we could to help him. I am 34 years old and feel like I am so old and lonely. I have terrific family and friends. But I am devistated. I have had very little contact with him since last Sunday but it is very hard to refrain from calling or texting. I get so angry at myself for mourning over a man that doesn't exist anymore. Any advise would be very welcome.
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