Her complaints were also the same as those of every other woman I had dated: I wasn’t focused on her when we were together, but instead was doing a million different things. I was incredibly passionate about what I did for a living, but my passion for her came in spurts. While I loved doing out-of-the-blue things for her, my day-to-day actions left a lot to be desired. In her words, I was there, but I wasn’t there.
