Was drugs his other love that he couldn't give up, or was it his true love? I had to ask myself that over and over again. I hated him! I hated everything about him. That he pumped himself full of drugs and alcohol, his mood swings when he touched me when he didn't touch me. His promises and excuses that he saw me as a stupid little girl. But as much as I hated him, I loved him as much. Was I maybe really a stupid little girl who was just desperately trying to save something that didn't want to be saved? Is it worth fighting, or should you give up at some point and leave everything to fate ?!