I must say that my husband was immensely supportive. One night, as I kept throwing up on the bathroom floor, he kept changing the bag in the the waste basket for me to puke. He and the dog stayed on the bathroom floor with me all night. Then, we got divorced! I am starting to see that true love is a fantasy. Being together forever, does not seem a reality any longer. Obviously, you say that, too. So much is changing and it seems that we are not meant to spend the rest of our lives with one person. Or, maybe I am just making an excuse for my own failure.