“I threw your clothes in the washer, too. They’re drying now. Are you hungry? Do you want anything for breakfast?” While he stood and peered into the refrigerator and rattled off a list of food options, I mentally planned my escape. As much as I loved Chris (and I didstill love him) and appreciated everything he’d done for me, I had to get away from him before his smothering drove me crazy. When he’d kicked me out, he said he’d “enabled” me and, at the time, I was insulted. But now, I realized he was right. He hadenabled me and I’d gladly let him. While we were a couple, I’d worried about very little in our relationship and, if problems arose, my default response had been, Chris will take care of it. I had been willfully ignorant of so much during that time, and now, looking back, I could kick myself for being so oblivious.