I got married last year to my second husband. It is his second marriage too we have 6 kids between us.
Two of his are Addict's and he is a recovering addict too. I knew I was boarding a crazy train but love makes us leagally blind or blonde, something stupid or the likes.
My son is an addict who has been on the path of recovery for about a year now. Before he gave to God he fought sobriety tooth and needle, or nail. I never had any real support from his dad and when my now husband stepped up to help I fell in love.