My now-ex put me through the ringer. NO sex for years which was okay, because she was fat as a pig for a time then she blondes wants orgasm gets all fit and sexy again (for the record: I stayed that way the whole time) but for her string of lovers, not me. Of course ALL the problems are my fault she steals my car, gets cred. cards in my name that she jacks to the ($60k that I know of so far lots of it spent on sexy stuff from -'s Secret, I only found out about when packing to move) then divorces me because I am "emotionally and verbally abusive" I am basiy forced into a shitty little apartment to regroup (which has taken off just fine My work is going great now that I can devote time to it, rather than her bullshit) and you belive the OP, or I, should not have genuine feelings about the bitches? Uh, huh. THOUGHT I would be devastated turns out I am no longer depressed come to find out her life is an utter mess she is failing at work, her finances are spiraling out of control, she manages to fuck everything with a swinging and then can't figure out why they dump her after a few BJs and the pleasure of putting it up her ass. You think that makes me unhappy? Look, I'd prefer she be happy and successful, but since she likes parading her boytoys (yep, % cougar these days) for me to, keeps trying to "arrange" for me to be places where she and this week's be, FUCK her! If this is her idea of how to live the rest of her life happily, she deserves whatever awful things befall her. Just sayin.