From an old Molly Bloom post regarding men, those bastards. Everybody is out there hammering out their issues on everyone else, until you get over yourself in that regard. A little bit of that is to be expected, or at least should be, by smart adults.
"And honey, in the end he is not the perfect man. Had you stayed with him, he would have had stinky sweat socks, skidders in his underwear, farted in bed, and had some sort of weird dysfunctions just like your present husband. And you would always have been trying to be someone else (the supposed better you) just for him. I'm sure your husband met you and did not have the same expectations. That's a truly wonderful thing, because we are definitely not perfect ourselves. We can only be grateful to have someone love you for just how you are....right now."
This is something *everyone* can relate to, which is where comedy begins and ends.