Looking back over some old posts, I read this in “Separation”:
I failed in the one thing I wanted to do in life: Make Andrea happy. I failed to give my children a happy, whole home.
I was wrong.
Shortly after that, I had several conversations with my ex-wife in which I only asked questions and listened to the answers. It took a long time, but her answers finally convinced me of something.
Even if I had been perfect, that wouldn’t have changed a thing.
Not that I didn’t have faults or make mistakes, but they weren’t the cause of my divorce. They weren’t even contributing factors.
I was also wrong in taking responsibility for anyone else’s happiness. I should show love to—try to fill the tank of—my loved ones. But just as love is a choice, so is happiness a choice. A choice each person has to make for themself.
Anyway, I thought it was important to finally have a follow-up to that post.