For the record

I married the man I married because he made me LESS crazy, not MORE, and he helped keep me alive when I should have died for a long list of reasons, including being suicidal for decades and having a deadly genetic disorder.

I left to save my life. I don't want him back.

But if you have met him and know who he is, odds are good he's a more decent and honorable man than you are or will ever be judging by what I know of this cesspit of a planet.

So you are here by notified that using any tales I tell about him to think less of him is just YOU being an asshole because your skeletons in your closet are probably vastly worse.

Ditto Jack, Navarre and assorted other people I allowed into my heart for a time.