I'm seeing a pattern whereas diagnostic destroy lives instead of helping 'em.

My wife and have being together for 26 years. 14 of those with papers.
Third marriage for both. Six children in total. Three hers and three mine. None in the house anymore.
I married way up. Being practically a hustler all my life. No formal education, only guts and some luck.
She, being in the health care biz, sent me to the shink because I was depressed.
I think I've being frustrated with being a failure more than anything else.
My moments of greatness, even if there are many, last little. You learn to enjoy happiness in small bursts.
All that being said, my last run around was years ago.
I don't need more of a woman than I have. She takes me at face value, and so do I.
Living with her is not sugar either. TG she's always working and comes home tired.
The weekends are not paradise. She always has more than one mission for me.
That she knows I'll never accomplish. But keeps trying.
In the end, we are happy and love other. Or hate each other. Your call.
She will die next to me. Even if she's younger. No woman of mine is going to out live me.
I don't know what this thread was about. What I'm writing sounded appropiated at the time.
If it's not, please, excuse me. But I already said it.