My first wife was a professional model, a spoiled princess, and a real head turner. I was young and horny, and she looked good on my arm. We did not have much of a spiritual or intellectual connection. She suffered from anxiety, depression, an eating disorder, and took Xanax by the handful. I have always suspected she was also the victim of sexual molestation growing up.
We wasted too many years in each other’s orbit before, thankfully, going our separate ways. Just remember, no matter how beautiful a woman may appear, somewhere there’s a guy who is already sick of fucking her. Also, looks fade, and can never form the basis of a strong relationship. The biggest sex organ in your body is the brain. You have to have that “connection” to survive all the challenges sharing a life involves.
Lessons learned the hard way.