I wrote a poem a long time ago that kinda describes what I sacrificed... vaguely however.
I tried to take you deep inside
And provided you with the capacity to hurt
My hairs to turn gray
Within a day
Within an hour, a second of your prescence
They say the best things in our life are free
They don't think love is one of the best things
I'm beginning to agree
Your love cost me my pride and dignity
It replaced my mild manners with malignity
Oh but I have plenty chivalry
Meanwhile my patience is spent
And I think you think
What I feel is irrelevant.