My first marriage was a total dumpster fire. It was eleven years of way more bad than good, and while I’d like to blame the whole thing on my disaster-of-a-human-being ex-husband, I played my part in our perpetual cycle of pain too. My therapist taught me that it's called codependency, and apparently, it’s not healthy to enable your husband’s bad behavior while working your savior complex in the hopes that somehow if you’re only good enough, he’ll love you back.