I have learned that I married the wrong man.
25 years ago I said I do and so did he. I gave and gave and he took and took, hardly ever giving anything in return. With a LOT of other things happening between.
Now that I've realized this, he wants to try and fix things, but I'm not sure I want to. I don't know if I have anything left to give, or even if I want to receive what he wants to give.
I also learned that people are not always what they seem, they do a great deal of hiding who they are. I've also learned that just because someone says they love you, their actions speak otherwise.