I met her. She asked for a date. I gave it to her. We had the date, she wanted sex. I was willing. She had to be engaged. I gave her the ring. Marriage was indicated, I gave her my vows. It was time for a baby. I gave her a boy. Happiness for a while. I gave her my best. It was not enough, I'll give her that. She asked for freedom. I gave that as well. She took it all– and it left me drained– until now. It has all come back. The respect that had eroded away.