I still love my man. I was well on my way of talking myself out of it when his aunt told me what it was like to be in a depression, as that is what she believes has been his problem for most of his adult life. I decided then that I can't turn my back on him.
I picture myself as the one sitting at the edge of his hole, holding the lantern while he digs his hole deeper. He pops his head out once in a while to see if I am still sitting there and then goes back to digging. Right now, I have the easier gig. I just have to keep the lantern lit....and since I still love him, the light still shines bright. I also think that if he didn't still love me, he'd have thrown more dirt my way and buried my lantern by now.