My husband told me he was going away for a job. I drove him to the aiport and kissed him goodbye. He was really going to another woman in New Orleans to do cocaine. I found out because the woman's daughter got very afraid her mother hadn't been home in 3 days and she was worried and upset. By this time my husband had spent 17 thousand dollars on cocaine, hotel, and gifts for this woman. I took the money out the following day and left him broke in New Orleans. He made his way to Miami and has been living there pennyless for about two weeks. I'm getting a divorce. I'm devastated and I still worry about what he meant to her and where I placed in his heart. I don't know what to do because I'm walking into walls I'm so upset. I wonder if I will ever see him again.
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