It had been 6 months since I had taken the kids and left. We were staying at my sister's house when he came to tell me that he had quite drinking. I was skeptical, especially since he looked so horrible. It wasn't until he pulled out the papers from the rehab he had checked into, that I finally decided to let him come in.
We ended up talking for most of the night. He admitted he had a horrible problem, and that he had hurt me most of all. He also told me he wasn't ready to get back together, but that once he was done with his treatment, that was all he could ever want.