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I lived in a cozy pink house in San Francisco and didn't realize that my husband was using meth until my life started disappearing, one piece at a time. I thought I could help him, but his violence reduced me to a cowering shadow and that shadow disintegrated the day I came home from work early and found him with his pregnant girlfriend.

I didn't have a clue how to put my pieces back together.

One day I looked up from my desk and there he was. The person who could help me. I didn't know it at the time.

My first instinct was to run.