Christ. I married (and divorced one). My ex husband was a former-captain of the basketball team type (who clung to his glory days a little too long). But was ridiculously hot — noting he was pretty smart — and into (gasp) me (the former — in high school — moody, goth chic. As though it was West Side Story and we were on two different ends of the social spectrum. But I digress. It ultimately crashed and burned when I realized just how much work it was to carry his ego (constantly sacrificing my own in hopes of bulstering his — frequently). Granted there were other serious issues plaguing our marriage, but this one was a biggy.

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