One of my biggest regrets would be to become too damn tough and difficult on the one whom I loved for decades and giving more than enough chances to someone even half of which he never deserved. But it’s all good. I did it for the happiness of both of them. I could not Choose Me at the right time. I chose unconditional love for both. I could not choose somebody who could give me everything on my demand, though I knew he was ready, he was so ready. I thought he was happy with somebody else; probably he was, and still is; I don’t know much.
Now I am unsure if I should say FUCK YOU to the undeservingly loved one or to my overly principled self.