I can’t possibly tell you why I fell in love with Gail when we were freshmen in college.
That’s not a negative reflection on her. To the contrary, I have only good things to say about her. But I’ve changed so much since I fell in love with her that I can’t put myself into that emotional place. I’m still the same person I was then, but I barely understood myself, much less how two adults should love each other.
I was emotionally and psychologically immature.
Gail was my reflection of the ideal woman at the time. We had gone to high school together. We had spent time in church together after her widowed mother married someone in my church. She was bright, well-spoken, confident, creative, ambitious and attractive. I considered myself very fortunate.
I’ve been thinking lately about what our choice of romantic partners says about us — and I can’t help but think that our partner choices change over the years in ways that reflect who we are becoming and the ways that we allow those people to influence us.
When we move on to other partners, it’s often simply because we are no longer the same people we were when we chose that person — for good or for bad.

Life is too short to hide the love you would regret hiding at death
Why do we often attract the folks who are most destructive for us?
Spending all of life in politics leaves many out of touch with real people
Briefly: Join me for a relaxing 60 seconds of springtime in the South
Briefly: Film festival announcement for 2019 makes me nostalgic for 2005
Briefly: Smaller, well-designed home beats a monstrous McMansion
Tribal hatreds around me mean detour on road to personal peace
Trip to Memory Lane reminds me some relationships deserve to die
Quit using the word ‘masculinity’