It was full of self pity and doubt. It's too personal to share and too crummy to read. It all culminated to one point though. My wife is my constant. There are so many things I would do differently about my life if I could, so many things I would change if I could. Except her.
I don't give a fuck how sappy that sounds.
I'm still tempted to sell all my shit and move the three of us somewhere exotic though . . .
I can't wait to be in a committed, sturdy, animating relationship. Or, I guess I can wait. I will wait.
I'm really happy for you. And I think your heartfelt gratitude is wonderful.