What a thrilling drug love is.

That love at first sight that sees only perfection,

that hears in the lover the sweetest of all voices,

the heart that swells and has overcome.

Oh, and the brain, of course, the brain that edits out the inconvenient bits.

Lovers tend to see only what they want to see, only show what they want to have seen.

Little wonder then that when crisis comes, as crisis always does,

some are surprised to find a stranger looking behind their lover's face, a mean, venal, and conniving character.

Chris and Nancy Latham had hoped to avoid all that. An amicable no-contest divorce was what they had in mind, but emotions at the bitter end

of love had another idea.

Eighteen months after their breakup began, they were at each other's throats hurling accusations

of infidelity, fighting tooth and nail over money.

No longer lovers.

They were now bitter enemies.

Any love that I had for him was gone.

I don't know of anyone that's going through an easy divorce.

No, but this one was uglier than most, and more public.

Nancy claimed Chris engineered her dismissal from a real estate firm.

Chris accused Nancy and her friends of trying to ruin his reputation.

I was constantly being attacked by her in public, by what she was saying to friends,

into mutual acquaintances,

but I never, I never once said anything negative.

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