Gents....I am 8 years post divorce. The usual story. She didn't love me anymore. Fairly clean divorce due to post-nup. (she didn't need my money. second marriage for both of us, no kids together, etc.). Still cut me to the motherfucking bone but Redpilled me to the core. I found out about her affairs 2 years after the papers were signed. That revelation just sort've irritated me. Built a second, very successful business and live very well, thank you. But that's not the reason for this post....I hadn't seen or talked to her for nearly 7 years and a photo of her recently popped up in a mutual friends social media feed. She got fat. I mean really, really fat. I still wear the same size pants I wore in basic training. I was shocked that she had let herself go like that. Like the title of that song, "Somebody I Used To Know". Y'all will not only survive, but thrive.