I have known a certain man for over thirty years. We have never had the right moment to be together. He was married and I was married or he was divorced and I wasn’t. And we’ve shared everything ( “If things were different” … and so on). I spent a week with him, and it was wonderful. When he is drunk he tells me he loves me, and I am the one he wants to be with and I am everything. But when he is sober it’s different. He tells me he didn’t want me to leave, and I am all he has.