Sometimes I wonder what I would do if my wife ever left me.
Probably build a sex dungeon.
Get some ropes and shit. Maybe the backseat of a Camaro with handcuffs for seatbelts. Beyond that, nothing major. Little box of vibrators here, signed portrait of legendary German Economics Minister Ludwig Erhard there. Definitely a karaoke machine. Hot tub. Nothing with sharp edges or that can't be hosed down. Maybe hold back on the expensive stuff so I have enough left over to pay a nice little old lady to come over and clean it once a week. We would talk. "Oh, Senor, looks like you had some fun on the swing last weekend!" "Why yes, Ermenina, I did get some use out of that swing." "It is a very nice swing, my grandson, he is five now you know, he knows you have a swing, and he asks to come over when I clean, I say no, it is..." "It is absolutely not that kind of swing, you are right. That's hilarious. Anyways, I hear your nephew got into medical school." "Eh yes, we are proud, but I will not see him when he is a doctor because he smells funny and has big thumbs." "What kind of doctor does he want to be?" "A surgeon, for vaginas." "Ermenina, I am not even sure what that means, so I am going to let you do your thing, would you like a Pepsi?" "Coke?" "Out of coke, sorry." "Then nothing, I am ok."
I think my point is that if you are a happy person, you are going to be happy without your wife, and if you are a sad person, you were sad when she was around and you will be sad once she is gone. Love can make the good times better and the bad times ok, but it doesn't change who you are.