Let me tell you a story about the last time my ex (my sons mother) was in my house... she saw some shot glasses on my counter and made a snide remark about how she was glad I replaced her as my drinking partner... now I use to drink and drink hard and heavy and I drank many of nights as it was going to be my last on gods green earth, but that was a lifetime (of good times and good friends) ago.  I still drink on rare occasions and maybe a little much on the right occasion even... but its rare and infrequent.  Those days and nights have been replaced by something much more valuable and enjoyable and thats time being a father and it is a blessed and beautiful privilege to be one.  But back to the snide remark... I didn't bother to mention that I used the shoot glasses to clean my brushes as I paint now, it was childish I admit, to enjoy the fact that for whatever reason the idea bothered her.  That even though she choose to leave, that she choose putting someone elses **** in her mouth over keeping our family together, that she choose cheating and lying and betrayal over keeping her promises... that the idea I might have moved on was upsetting to her... And let me mention this was about after the 6th or 7th chance I gave her and forgave her for everything she had done and repeated time and time again.  And years later... maybe its still childish but I smile a little every time I paint.