I never pretended to be anything other than myself. I didn't lead you on and if you'd given me half a chance, I'd have tried to work something out with you, but you hate my wife. You wouldn't listen to me when I tried to tell you about my falling in love with someone else, and you never gave me enough time to truly feel something for you.
So you may not blame me for your life choices. You seem happy the way things are, so I suppose I won't berate you for them anymore. I just do not see you achieving all that you so richly deserve.