I cared more about the Romans more than my private life. Well ı never lived a private life. When my wife Portia asked me what ı was doing and why ı couldn't sleep ı didn't answer her. For example one day ı saw Portia awake ı told her '' Portia, what mean you? Wherefore rise you now? It is not for your health thus to commit. Your weak condition to the raw, cold morning. '' She responded me back with these words ''Nor for yours neither. Y' have ungently, Brutus, stole from my bed. And yesternight, at supper. You suddenly arose and walked about. Musing and sighing, with your arms across. And when I asked you what the matter was, you stared upon me with ungentle looks.'' She was really right ı gave her a dirty look. Well my mind was full of questions and thoughts and ı didn't wanted to tell these to Portia. Portia and ı barely talked. İf ı had cared much about my private life what would have happened to Rome? Maybe Caesar would be the king and we would be slaves. After Caesar's death ı decided to go into Cassius's side and Antony was in Octavius's side. We fought with each other at Philippi. One day ı have learned that my wife Portia was dead by swallowing burning coal. I simply accepted her death and moved on.Actually it didn't affect me so much.Life was going on and ı had to go on too.