Yup. But I finally did after three years of more drama than imaginable--well you can imagine. I was married. I fell in love, or so I thought. Was willing to move to Africa. Was willing to raise a child fathered by the ex CEO of HBO while she and I were in a non sexual but spending massive time together phase. And then there was the time she sent a picture of my cock to a woman at my work because to her that was tit for tat for confiding about the unmanageability to a friend of mine with 20 yrs of solid and sponsorship sobriety. Borderline Personality Disorder. And still I went back one more time. My life should really be fodder for many many movie scripts at the hands of a talented screenwriter. There's so much more that would make even better "inspired by true events movies." Like when I took in a woman wearing an ankle bracelet who I thought was my friend who ended up extorting me and then when i was on the verge of turning her in she disappeared into witness relocation. I kid you not.