It's a mental illness, I swear. I don't know how many times I've felt like calling bullshyte on the whole thing and telling her to grow up. But I bite my tongue and prepare for the next day - alone again. And so does she.
She has a bunch of friends who are all good looking and nice - think any of them can find a decent man? She even tells me this!
My W has a MORE THAN DECENT man right here, ready and willing to love and be loved.
