I glorify the good times and dwell in guilt that I did not stick with him. He was so distant, so messed up, and I fell out of love with him. Lies and losses piled up. I did not think he loved me at all. I told him he threw me away. I did not consider the consequences of still loving him and him moving on, even though he still drinks. He found someone he can lie to and manipulate, but it still makes me sad.