As I told you before, so far in my life, I have been married twice. My second marriage—the real one, the one that has not yet been made legal—was to David, and my first marriage was to a man named Jake.
Jake was not a happy person. When we first started dating, we were in college and I remember him saying over and over, “I am so sick of college. I want to get out of here and start my career. If I do that, then I’m sure to be happy.”
A short time after that, he started his career. After that, he often said, “This career isn’t what I expected. Besides, I’m alone all the time and it sucks. I want to get married. If I do that, then I’m sure to be happy.”
A little while later, I married him, and you can probably guess what he said.
“Marriage is hard. I just want to be alone. If I can do that, then I’m sure to be happy.”
After that, we got divorced. This did make me happier but somehow I suspect the results were less decisive for him.
My ex-husband is not an evil person, of course. He is a good person, as we all are. But he does have one major problem, which is this: He doesn’t know his own strength.
He doesn’t know that his life is what he makes of it—only what he makes of it, and nothing else.
He doesn’t know he has power.