By David Herz
I was that person for six years. I loved an addict/felon. My love for him was unconditional. He had two sides to him. One most never seen. He showed the other in public. He was brilliant when it came to manipulation. He probably could convince the pope. But there was a kind soul buried deep inside that he let me see from time to time. I was convinced he loved me the same only to find I was used, abused and a fool. A long story short I fought for a love that only loved his addictions who h eventually took his life. My advice to anyone is beware of the charmer that moves quickly and good at hiding (snake). Run run as fast as you can. That is not love not unconditional love. It is the devil at his best in damaging the very emotion we need. The ability to love.