Originally Posted by GeneralMao

At times I regret breaking up with my first and only girlfriend [thus far]. We had been together for a year and a half, and as I started my second year of college and putting more into investing myself, I had less time for her, so I somehow figured the most logical decision would be to break up with her. I felt as though she was a bird in a cage, especially knowing how much she loved me and how dead set she was that I was the one. I'm sure there are others like her.

It's like this: Imagine you have perfect piece of steak at home, but instead of eating that steak that you are happy with, you leave it at home to go out and eat at some crap fast food restaurant.

Sometimes, the thought of never finding a piece of steak like her makes me regret leaving her, even though I felt it was in her best interest. Oh, and no, I'm not sexist or insensitive, I just felt as though using the steak analogy was a good fit.