Here’s today's crossword.
A met B. Thought B was just fine. Better than any before B. Best therefore. Without a sell by date. A and B became AB. B was thrilled.
Cut to first 5 years. A and B are at each others throats a lot. A lot. But had forgotten life outside AB. Sailed along. Mostly without much talking to each other.
Cut to 5 years later. AB going strong. A is fatter, angrier, a little brash. B is fatter, angrier, and more than a little silent. Seething too.
AB acknowledges The Boat isn’t doing its smoothest sailing. One conversation occurs. Things are better for a day. Then AB go back to their usual. Squabbles, silence and sporadic sex.
Cut to 2 years later. AB has AB Baby. They’ve also stopped talking, stopped smiling, and stopped doing it. Well, they do smile and talk a little, but both are really angry inside. The other has no idea. They love Baby AB though and coo a lot at the crib.
Cut to six months. A meets C. They discover they fit. Like. Never. Before.
Ct to six more months. The fat is in the fire.
You’d think that it would be a simple life eh? A simple logical set of proceedings?
Nope.
A has had 12 years with B. A has had 6 crazy, kick ass amazing months with C. A discovers life and love, aren’t easy like Sunday morning. A discovers he loves B. More than he thought. More than ever before, when faced with the prospect of A-B. A also discovers he loves C. Like. Never. Before. And now, there’s Junior.
B and C are no wilting asparagus. Just in love. An inconvenient truth. Mean merry go triangle. And A's no macho villain. Just a sad person.
And I thought I was sad.
T s k.
All pals. All good people. Que sera sera guys. Maybe not.
9 comments:
"you can't use the imperfect as the measure for anything."
ouch. this story is too close to home.
but here's to better everythings.
gosh that took my brain for a spin .. but the story is familiar .. hmmm..
Old story but very new people. So very different beginnings, middles and endings I suppose. I hope for happy days.
Mmmm. The steward and his romp behind first class. Zen, you're onto a good thing;)
Hmmm... No comments, really.
we think of love
we think that love grows stale
we discover that it was better than we thought
when it's too late
and then the loss takes the memory of love away
maybe it was better
maybe it was just different
5+5+.5+.5=3?
wish one knew the ABC's (of the world)?
Consolation is, Neither did Pablo; a self-confessed Harlequin, but also an incurable Pierrot.
Or did he?
When Paused. Distanced. & As Soon As Words Heard When Sounded-Out. It Does Ring True.
No One Should. Start. A New Life. (With Ill Wishes).
You do write well tara. You also 'Cut' a great deal :-)
You should now start THErapiORITIZING!
Does A look it?
You've never needed an introduction, have you? As for matters of theory, do reunions count as much as practical matters?
Pablo is a distanced, paused favourite.
Bonnie from a long ago story:)
The first para is amazing. Period.
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