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Valiente,
I read your post and was saddened by it. By my reckoning, I am the luckiest man alive. It took me over thirty years to find my wife and, somehow, ended up with the perfect mate for me. I can only thank the Higher Power that brought her to me, because I kissed alot of frogs on the way. every day that I have with her fulfills my life in ways I cannot begin to imagine or list. I know I could live without her, but I sure would not ever want to do so. The only negative about her is that I think she's not so bright. She wonders how i put up with her, and so I have to thank my lucky stars silently each morning I wake up with her! I don't know where I'd find another like her, a fact I choose to not fill her in on lest she figure out how much I rely on her for the joy in my life. Monogamous? No problem. Everything else out there is what women look like before they become what they should really be; an emulation of my wife. I'm staying with the real deal.
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