In my younger days, as a practicing addict, it was a huge risk for me to have my future husband move in with me. Either he would see what I did, or I would have to hide it, both of which happened. I expanded the risk more by getting married and then having a child. It was love for that child and being completely miserable with myself that drove me into recovery. Trust me, it is a huge risk of love to give up one's substance of choice. But had I not done that, I would not have my wonderful husband and two sons, and I cannot imagine life without them.
Love is worth the risk,
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