Kindly, I watched my lefty, atheist, clean-shaven, pet-hating, teetotaling, drug-abhoring, travel eschewing, husband take up with a Republican dog-owner and then a self-proclaimed religious drinker. In the process he's grown a beard, told me he would pray for me, lives with dogs (and the other woman's kids), apparently drinks heavily, abused drugs at one point, and travels a lot. As job says, they will try it all. They will keep trying looking for the thing that will finally make them happy. I can't tell you how many times I said my husband would never . . .
You can't stop it. You can't fix it (but you can fix your need to fix it). You can't shorten it (but I think you can extend it). All you can do is find yourself and survive--for you. Maybe you will be on the same path again one day. Maybe you won't. But finding you is always going to pay dividends.
