Gone with the Wind

I watched Gone With the Wind for the first time today. Kind of funny that it took so long for someone who loves old movies to finally see it. I was really struck by the ending in relation to my own life though.
As Scarlet pleads with Rhett to stay and finally tells him that she loves him, he leaves her.
He has already given up.
He's had enough.
He has given her everything and done everything he could to earn her love for years, now her proclamations of love are too little too late.

His response to her question of what she will do without him?

A very famous line.

"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn."

The past several days has been very confusing for me. My husband tells me how he has been doing a lot of thinking and finally understands what he needs.
What he wants sexually.
What he needs in his daily life.
I have been asking him for these things since we got married.
I was willing to do anything he wanted from me to make him happy.
But his response was always that he didn't have any fantasies, or that he was happy, or that he just didn't know what he wanted.

His confessions are like Scarlet's pleading to my heart.
 I keep thinking that maybe I could continue to sacrifice, maybe I could give him the space he seems to need so desperately. He says I am more attractive to him again now that he has space. I want to give in to him and continue to do without the love and attention I need.

But I refuse.

He says that he doesn't want to lose me.

But I gave up almost two months ago when I knew we were headed for divorce. I am relieved to think that maybe there is someone out there who can give me what I need in a relationship.

All his pleadings leave me empty inside.

My response.
"Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn."