Wilson's Regrets.
It had been, he knew, the sensible decision. He loved her dearly, but Laura had always been so unpredictable and what had, at first, been a welcome change from his steady life had become an embarrassment.
When they had first met, he had found her spontaneity exciting and her lack of respect for rules thrilling. He had been captivated by her zest for life and enthralled by the wild ideas she came out with when they were alone.
And that was the problem. He had liked Laura's wild side in the privacy of the bedroom or the living room, but Laura had not been content to keep it there. She wanted to be that person all the time, even when others could see.
Wilson had always had ambition and his promotion had made him happy. Then, at a dinner with several important men and their wives, Laura had suddenly mentioned the time she had danced in the rain and he had seen the looks on their faces.
He'd tried to guide her, tried to explain why that part of her would never fit in around the people they had to know, but she always took it as criticism and was upset by it. He even explained once that he was trying to help her, but she had virtually snarled at him over it. He just didn't understand her at all.
Then, Acapulco. He shuddered at the memory. He'd seen then that she would never settle into a nice, calm life.
Eventually, he had had to give her up. He'd done it gently, assuring her that there was fault on both sides, even though he had done nothing wrong, but she had still taken it badly. Now, as he tried to get comfortable in his new home, he missed her terribly. He felt bad that he hadn't managed to change her to the person she should be. He knew she would only be happy when she gave up her wild ways. Wild ways or not, though, she had been a part of his life and he wished he hadn't had to let her go.
The End.