Looking back over the past 10 years, doing all my psycho analyzing, I’m not sure I was happy. I mean I thought I was, but I see old home movies and pictures, and it makes me second guess the whole relationship. Maybe that’s part of it, maybe that’s me trying to lie to myself that it wasn’t as major as I think it was based on how easy she moved on from me. I mean how in the hell do you just wake up on day and decide to throw the previous 10 years out the window?