30 years ago I made a mistake by telling my ex-wife, girlfriend at the time, that she did not need Prozac. At that point, she had only cheated on me once by giving her ex-boyfriend a "sympathy" goodbye sex session. Whatever the hell that means.
Time and again, I told her she did not need such drugs as Prozac, all she needed was someone that cared about her and would listen to her.
She went from doped up and gullible to her ex to wild, free and gullible to any man in the world. She said she was "redefining" and "reinventing" herself and that I should respect that or leave. I should have left. I should have walked away before the other 16 lovers came into her life. I knew what was going on, but did not want to fail in life again, and she knew it. So I took it in stride. Fifteen years. The time wasn't wasted, but my love was.