You don’t get to abandon your kids and then show up one day to take your pick of the litter! This is about you. This is about what you didn’t do. It’s about what I did. And you know what? I did a fucking great job.
He ought to have conceded that she was a flower not destined to open, a hothouse creation, no less beautiful, no less worth having. He should have admired her, praised her and, at the close of day, let her be.