OK, so I have to quit skydiving and after everything I've had to sacrafice, relationship wise, you would think I would just say, OK that was fun and now I'm moving on. I can't stay married and skydive, it won't work. For some reason I can't stop thinking about how bad that sucks. Why? People give up stuff all the time. Is it addicting, like drugs? If I didn't give it up, would I someday look back and say wish I would have kept my old life? Or is this just the fate of all us Type A personalities, needing a challenge and excitement? Lots of questions, sorry, I'm just so confused!