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But I ask myself now: Was there ever a true great love? Anyone who became the true object of my obsession and not simply my affections? I honestly don't think so. In part, this was my fault. It was my nature, I suppose. I could not let myself become that unmindful. Isn't that what love is - losing your mind? You don't care what people think. You don't see your beloved faults, the slight stinginess, the bit of carelessness, the occasional streak of meanness. You don't mind that he is beneath you socially, educationally, finantially, and morally - that's the worst, I think, deficient morals.

I always minded. I was always cautious of what could go wrong, what was alr 'not ideal'. I paid attention to the divorce rates. I ask you this: What's the chance of finding a lasting marraige? Twenty percent? Ten percent? Did I know any woman who escaped having her heart crushed like a recyclable can? Not a one. From what I had observed, when the anesthesia of love wears off, there is always the pain of consequences. You don't have to be stupid to marry the wrong man.

- Saving Fish From Drowning, Amy Tan