 New York, NY: My marriage is failing. At the
end of the day, it is what it is. My wife asked me
if I was at all concerned about our lack of a
relationship. I tried to explain to her how much
it hurt, but coming up with comps was difficult.
My father's death? The time my Ferrari was stolen?
At the end of the day, it's apples and oranges.
But she didn't understand.
I tried to circle back with her, to sharpen the pencils
and really dive deep into the problem. But there
was just too much blocking and tackling. She
doesn't want to do the heavy lifting required to clear
the air.
From where I sit, the synergies are obvious. But
she's sitting across the table, and I think her
valuation is different from mine. At the end of
the day, it always comes back to valuation. Net
net, I have more skin in the game. She knows that,
and she'll do whatever it takes to close the deal.
I ran the numbers, I scrubbed the data, I ran the
numbers again. She's going to deep six me, and
half my net worth will be a sunk cost.
At the end of the day, net net, it is what it is. |
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