Day 2: Still crying.

I woke up crying again.  I miss the man so much.  But he's not the man any longer.  He's an addict.  I cannot go back.  I will not go back.  He needs to get clean.  1 week doesn't make him clean.  1 month won't make him clean.  My heart hurts.  I can't believe this is happening to me.  I can't wait to get back to NY.  I will engulf myself in preparations for NY.  I need to get away from here.  Away from him.  Away from all of these memories.