My first marriage lasted 13 years. All together, there was maybe ... and I say MAYBE ... 100 days of happiness. The rest was misery, just putting up with each other... hoping things would get better. Still, when it ended I was depressed as hell. I knew deep down that it was for the best – that she and I would never be happy – but for some reason I was still depressed. I'd hoped to do something my folks never did and be married for life. Didn't work out, and looking back now, I'm happy as hell it didn't.
Life gets better. If you let it.
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"Most of my major disappointments have turned out to be blessings in disguise." -- William Gaines