Oh, I do know the difference. My second fiance, whom I dearly loved, cheated on me with a girl nearly 10 years my junior, and impregnated her. My brother, who knew her and her family, said she and her mother (with 10 children) were very beautiful, and I am quite ordinary-looking.

So I saved all of every paycheck I could spare for four months, then put everything I owned into my car and moved two states away. He married the girl and they had a total of five children. I married a faithful man and had two children, the loves of my life. I've been widowed for eight years now, and will soon join my husband, since my physical health has deteriorated greatly (not vaccine-related). I just drew a bad gene package, apparently.

There will always be a part of me that still loves the lost fiance. He had only one flaw, and that happened to be one I couldn't accept. Family was my goal, and I didn't want to do it alone. God smiled on me, and I have forgiven all.

I have recently started watching Scott Adams again occasionally, because I value varied opinions on events of the day, and he covers most of them.