I remember a few years ago when I was single. This stunning lady used to come to my place. Her ex, a successful doctor, had two kids with her. He couldn't get his life together without her, even though he had everything. Yet, she would drive two hours to come to my place. One time, I just walked her to the door at 2 AM after I was finished. Her man would have given the world to hear her voice, even though he was way more successful and attractive than me.

I have so many stories with beautiful women who divorced just to be in bed with me and dudes like me, trying to have something serious while I was only thinking about sex. I left so many in hotels after telling them I needed to grab something. Sometimes, I left their house after I was finished and blocked their number.

Today, my wife means the world to me. The house, the nice car, the millions of dollars in the account mean nothing. And I can easily get any bombshell model to date me. I never had a problem with women. Women used to hit on me while I was with my wife. I can have someone 10X better than her. But yet, if I had to pick from all the women on this planet, I would pick her, over and over.

I don't want any other woman but her. With her floppy belly, double chin, big arms, saggy boobs, her cellulite and her lethal farts, I don't give a fuck. She's more perfect in my eyes than any person in this world. She's my treasure. And here I am, a perfectly good man—never been violent or anything, a good family man, good-looking, healthy, fit, with a good career, a home, and his life together—crying over her. A woman who has her life in a mess, has nowhere to go, has Ulcerative Colitis and needs my insurance, and works at a nail salon. This world is weird, man. She should be the one crying over me. Yet, she's probably gonna get rammed by so many dudes and treated like trash, just like she was before I met her. Yet, that's a reasonable decision in her mind because they validate her for 10 minutes while I said something that was hurtful and she could not get over it after all we lived and shared together.