It's my own fault

I married a much, much younger woman about four years ago. She was a wild-ass then, and that was part of the attraction, I admit to that. She was living with her parents when we met, then she dropped out of school and moved in with her boyfriend, and it took a lot of convincing to get her to move in with me. And it took a lot of convincing to get her parents to approve the marriage because I was so much older than her. But I didn't care about any of that: she was what I wanted, and so I kept trying and eventually she married me. Everything was fine for a little while but eventually she started partying again, and drinking and doing more drugs again, and eventually she was dating and just generally fucking anybody she could. Now, she's an embarrassment and I'm a joke, and I realize I married a whore. There's no other way to say it. I still love her, but she is just a whore and I don't guess she'll ever change. Whores just don't change. It's my own fault, but I just hate her. She's the sexiest woman I ever known but she is just a whore and I hate that in her.

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