She made you decent, and in return you made her so happy
You must do what you enjoy.
I think reality is over-rated
Failure and unhappiness is easier because you can make a joke out of it.
I worry sometimes that I'm a bit moralistic; always writing about men who are learning to grow up, not be so self-absorbed, selfish or badly behaved. I wonder if that's dull and liberal and wimpy? I should probably write something that celebrates wickedness.
Once you decide not to worry about that stuff anymore, dating and relationships and love and all that, it's like you're free to get on with real life.