A buddy of mine asked me today whether I hate my ex-wife for betraying and abandoning me, and I didn't hesitate for a moment in giving the answer: no. She is the woman I fell in love with and married; I don't have it in me to hate her, no matter the things she's done and said. All I feel for her is sadness. Like so many people today, she has no moral core and no sense of self, which is why she fell into a dark world that supplies her the identity she lacked. My wedding day was the happiest day of my life, and nobody can take that away from me. I consider myself a widower. Perhaps one day I'll see her ghost, but the woman I married is dead. We mourn the dead, but we must move on with life.
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