I realised earlier this afternoon that if we had stayed together we would have been together for exactly 19 years and married for exactly 12 years today. If. We got to 9 years 9 months. An engagement. A daughter. No wedding. What happened to staying together for 50 years? He said we’d be happy in 50 years. I said I wanted to be happy now, not later. So we’re not together. We’re both happy. Funny how things work out.