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Chasing the Carat: A Story of True Love (Addiction)

All I had to do was sign a prenup that waived all my legal rights as a wife, and I’d have it all. A successful husband that I loved, three homes, nonstop travel, the life I always dreamed of…and a 3-carat diamond ring, a ring that had been dangled in front of me for years.

But behind the glamour were red flags. Ones I had trained myself to ignore.

Because when you’re chasing the promise of love, it’s easy to mistake the chase for the dream.

This is the story of how the fairytale romance went from the heights of the Eiffel Tower to the depths of a recovery center in the middle of Kentucky—and the healing journey that followed.

Below please find the introduction that sets the stage for everything that follows.

Addicted to Love: Where seduction, story, survival, and healing collide.

To jump straight to this week’s chapter, please click the pink title above.

Chasing the Carat: A Story of True Love (Addiction)

All I had to do was sign a prenup that waived all my legal rights as a wife, and I’d have it all. A successful husband that I loved, three homes, nonstop travel, the life I always dreamed of…and a 3-carat diamond ring, a ring that had been dangled in front of me for years.

But behind the glamour were red flags. Ones I had trained myself to ignore.

Because when you’re chasing the promise of love, it’s easy to mistake the chase for the dream.

This is the story of how the fairytale romance went from the heights of the Eiffel Tower to the depths of a recovery center in the middle of Kentucky—and the healing journey that followed.

Below please find the introduction that sets the stage for everything that follows.

Addicted to Love: Where seduction, story, survival, and healing collide.

The Setup

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I thought I was finally going to have it all.

A successful husband who said he loved me. A family. Three homes. First-class travel around the world. And a three-carat engagement ring that we had picked out together.

The only thing left to do was sign a prenuptial agreement—waiving all my legal rights as a wife.

Looking back now, I can see what kept me there—especially after raising my daughter on my own.

The promise of a better life wasn’t just seductive—it felt like the reward after so many years of sacrifice and hard work.

So when a man showed up on a white horse with bigger than life promises, it was easy to say yes.

Without realizing it at the time, I was chasing something outside of myself—driven by a pattern that wouldn’t let me slow down long enough to know or trust myself, let alone the red flags I kept seeing.

This is the story of how the fairytale romance went from the heights of the Eiffel Tower to the depths of a recovery center in the middle of Kentucky.

And this is where the unraveling begins.