He was approaching half of his personal century. With teary eyes he confided in me that his regret was to not be married to a woman he was in love with. Indeed, he was living with a woman who was chosen by his parents for him.

However, he had been married to another woman before. She was a magnificent Italian woman. They separated but kept in touch and still see each other twice a year.

He told me that he had even more respect for her now. She was like a sister to him now.

What an amazing way to talk about an ex. What a beautiful illustration of the divine masculine.