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My Ex-Wife Is the Greatest Woman in the World
Strong, kind, imperfect, patient, humble, more brilliant than Einstein, sincere, and loyal beyond measure
I’m the luckiest divorced man in the world!
When I was 32, I married the smartest, most capable, talented, and forgiving woman on earth.
In my thirties I was, at times, shamefully self-centered and egotistical — and sometimes behaved like a 3-year-old having a temper tantrum.
I had enormous emotional, physical, and financial goals. Some were realized; others were not.
Too often, I was too hard on myself and my family.
While not perfect, my ex-wife allowed me to be enormously controlling while displaying a nearly bottomless pit of patience with my too-frequent flying off the handle, sometimes throwing things or punching a hole in the wall.
When I was about 38, after I lost it over something inconsequential, she pulled me aside, looked me directly in the eyes, and softly said, “If you keep this kind of behavior up, I don’t think I can make it with you.”
She could’ve said, “Listen, you fucking asshole, if you don’t stop screaming over shit that doesn’t matter, I’m going to divorce you and take the kids with me.”
