back to my town home and on my own...

By this point, not only did I still believe I was in love with him, but I also cared deeply for his little girl. We ended up staying together, it was about this time that I found out that he was behind on rent and facing eviction. To make matters worse, a repo man was knocking on the door, looking for his truck, which was being repossessed. On top of that, his energy bill was so overdue that his electricity was about to be shut off.

He was preparing to go to rehab, and eventually, he entered the treatment facility. Meanwhile, I was left alone in a big, empty house with no heat, relying on the fireplace for warmth. It was mid-January in Colorado, so it was freezing.

On the third day of his 30-day stay in rehab, he unexpectedly walked through the front door. He didn't realize I was home since I was supposed to be out of town with a friend, but our plans changed last minute. But instead of just walking in alone, he came in with his baby's mom. Whi broke him out of rehab.

I confronted him in the living room, and he was speechless. The coward that he was, he just ran out the front door with her, not saying a word to me.

I immediately called a good friend and told her what had just happened. She and her boyfriend drove from Loveland to Denver with a trailer, and together we packed up my things and put them into storage, so I could finally leave him — or so I hoped.

After about a week, I got everything out of his place and into storage. I can't clearly remember how long I stayed with friends, but I know I couldn't move back into my townhome for another two months.

On February 1st, the guy subletting my townhome came by to give me the rent, and I briefly explained what had been going on. He offered to leave a month earlier than planned if it would help me.

So, by mid-March, I was finally moving back into my townhome. Alone. But it wouldn't last long.