Actually Francisco...I left my wife. If anything she should be the one having a bit of bitter personal history. Not me.Francisco d'Anconia said:Sounds like you have a bit of bitter personal history still scurrying around.
She was happy (still tells me this when we talk and ask me "why"). She was a very good mother to my kids and a very good wife to me. She did whatever made me happy and avoided doing whatever made me unhappy. In fact, I could have gone to War for 2 years and be 100% sure she would be waiting for me. And she was also intelligent, beautiful, professional, educated, and independent. And wanted me to sex her practically every day (which is something I am capable of doing). This woman would have been with me for the rest of her life. No doubt about that.
So, why did I leave? Because quite honestly, I lost appreciation for her...and that was making me unhappy. And I knew it was a matter of time before I would hurt her. So, I rather "hurt" her now and be able to look myself in the mirror (while allowing her to find a man that can appreciate her more)...than hurt her in the future and be unable to look myself in the mirror. This is a decision that I am willing to live with for the rest of my life. Yes, I am selfish when it comes to happiness. I am not happy having something/somebody that I cannot possibly feel the appreciation it deserves.
I have learned to accept that I came alone to this world and could potentially die alone. I love women. I love sex. And I love the challenge of a relationship (so, i prefer one instead of many). But when everything is said and done...I don't need A particular woman.
I have zero bitterness toward my ex or my former relationship with her. In fact, I have a LOT of great things to say about it. People were SHOCKED when the relationship ended. She still wants me to go back. She has lot of respect for me as a man (and professionally to, as she still ask me for career advice). Some people think that I'm going through a "mid life crisis" (that's some b.s. word that society invented to describe confused AFCs)...when at 38, I KNOW I'm still young and are a PRIZE.
You see? I knew how to keep a marriage that others envied. I knew how to make my woman happy. I just made a decision. And I am happy with it. That's life.