Five months? God, lad. I was married for seven years. The world
revolved around her. Everything about me was defined by her. I liked what she liked because I love
d her. I disliked what she disliked because I love
d her. We had a baby
so she could feel complete as a woman while I was not so gone on the idea. But if she wanted to be a mother
instead of the person I knew and married and loved, that was all part of it. I was willing to do whatever I could to help her be who she wanted to be. Turned out it wasn't my child. She divorced me, took the daughter (Elayne), cleaned the house out with a moving van while I was at work. Came home. Even most of my own bloody clothes were gone. I got a letter from her solicitor
(Who used to be ours).
The terrible terrible thing?
I still love her. Bloody hell.
Is there a difference between love and obsession?
I don't know for anyone else.
But I'd say no.