... and not looking to mingle. 8.5 years of un-recyclable time. It seems like a waste to me because 1. When it comes to sex I can just jerk off and feel just as satisfied, 2. I didn't grow as a person. If anything I went in retrograde. 3. She made the decision sans consulting me which I'm meh about, but she also kicked me out sans a warning. She pretty much had a discussion with herself and made a large decision for the both of us. I guess that's cool. I know I could easily sleep with at least 5 (probably more) women if I wanted to. But that idea sickens me. The knowledge of that ability is only flattering for small increments of even smaller amounts of moments. I still love her, or maybe I don't, I'm rather stoic about the situation. I mean she is a piece of shit for kicking me out. I appreciate her quasi truthfulness. She let me go with an "I hate you." Na zdravie. With water.