
You met her in 1992, and what you loved most she had so much soul. The two of you related, mentally and emotionally, and it wasn’t long before you knew that throughout your life she’d be there for you. And you’d be there for her. You got married and while she went through some weird phases, you really couldn’t ask for better. But as time passed, familiarity bred complacency. You still loved her, but now every time a hot young chick crossed your field of vision your eyes would stray. “I wish my wife was still like that,” you’d think. The sad irony was that she was so good to you, for so long, that you began to take her for granted. Read the rest of this entry →