I know it may seem odd, but I loved both. You see, I never thought Harley was into it - but my ex, well, she played a good game. But I grew to love her, too. Different than Harley, but I gave her everything that I had. At the time - and yes, still do to an extent - I did love Harley, but I put her in a box and up on a shelf and took it down on occasion.
Maybe it wouldn't have worked, but I disagree - I fought hard for my marriage. I genuinely believed in my ex and what we had. Maybe I was fooling myself on some ends, though. But it is what it is.
That's what is so great - yet so bad - about hindsight. It's always 20/20. Always. Maybe our marriage didn't start on the right foot, but it grew. And yes, Harley always loomed in the background.
There are moments in this life when you are so confident in the rightness of your actions, that not even for a second do you consider the option that you might be wrong.
