A fairy-tale is coming to an end. I can feel it. I say I love you, but something’s wrong. It doesn’t feel right. If I had to describe it accurately, parts of this relationship have become a horror story. I mean, we’ve worked on fixing the problems — tried so very hard to make things better, but it hurts too much to keep doing that. I ache from aching. Letting you go seems wrong, but life should be easier than living like this. I’m losing my mind while hanging on to whatever fragments are left of this marriage. I can’t do it anymore.
It’s not working. We aren’t working. You feel it too, don’t you? It can’t just be me. There’s something we haven’t tried. Breaking up. I’ve thought about it a few times. We should give it a go. I think we should try it one time. What do you think? Would you like to try it too?
One-sided mirror conversations are brilliant. Every word makes perfect sense. The mirror never argues. It listens with empathy. That kind of support can’t be bought. But what happens when that mirror becomes a flesh and blood person? Those questions have an effect on someone, and I won’t know how they’ll take them. I mean, I’ve never done this before. No one ever says how to break up or divorce, do they? Sure, some think about it, jokes are sometimes passed between friends, but few of them are taken seriously. The truth is, once we’ve made a commitment to marry, it’s supposed to be a one-way direction. We’re supposed to remain together forever.
Should the words, die trying, be included somewhere too?
Reaching the relationship Utopia known as, ’til death do us part, is easier said than done. Making it work every day for a lifetime is a whole different game of hearts. What if it doesn’t go the right way, and the journey has more than a few bumps along the way? What happens when it keeps on happening?
It’s no one’s fault. It’s everyone’s fault. Silence or bickering. Those are the options for those who are caught in this weird loop.
Is breaking up allowed?
It’s not romantic. There’s no romance here. It’s tragic. That’s what it is. Sad and disappointing. It’s like death. Something in us will die and it’ll never come back. So, the choice is that or accept ongoing torture. It is a fool who chooses this, but I’ve been foolish. I’ve accepted something I didn’t like and have allowed it each day. This is enabling. I let a bad habit take form in my life, and I don’t want any part of it anymore.
Yes, breaking up is allowed. Death is fine too. Let the relationship die. Kill and bury it. There’s nothing left to see here. It’s dead. Leave. Start walking. We can’t change the past, but we can leave and walk away from it today. Things won’t be the same again. It’s true.
That’s also the goddam point!
Break-ups happen. They really do. They’re a natural part of life. If we’re to believe that existence’s rainbow is made up of a kaleidoscope of colours, we must be prepared to accept the darkest ones too. They’ll visit us from time to time. Break up is one of those horrible colours, but it’s just that, a colour.
So walk away. Lift your head. Prettier colours will return again. We should be allowed to embrace The End without guilt, and then look forward to seeing the golds and yellows when the future finally arrives.
SEETHINGS is about long-term love. It’s about two proud people who have loved well but became love martyrs to sustain an endless ending. She is an educator. He is a photographer. They are being counselled by radio identity Tony Brindell. He’s trying to unravel their mess but inadvertently uncovers some darker secrets.
Someone is about to be tortured. Someone will die for all the pain.
Enjoy your SEETHINGS journey. Like love, it has the potential to torment — but it certainly won’t disappoint.
– Michael (Author)
Five women’s bodies are discovered after the nights of thunderstorms. Their spouses are suspected of the crimes, but it becomes clear that someone else is responsible. There’s no blood and few clues. A storm photographer who specializes in taking pictures of lightning may be the only witness.