Are you sure? Safe safe safe there? Are you satisfied beyond all doubt that the gentleman or the lady who sleeps beside you will be there in a year, in five years, in fifty years?
Is he the man in your life? Or one you've waited all your life?
is with him that you want to clean your dentures? Eat soft? Or shop your incontinence pants?
You hope strongly, perhaps, but how can you be sure if no one knows what tomorrow will bring? We all change. Our interests change. Our aspirations are changing. And not all at the same pace. Normal that we will lose one point.
depressing observation, no?
Nevertheless, I remain convinced that people are made to go together all their lives. That whatever happens, they will find in them the strength to get through the hurricane. Marie-Christine and Edward are few.
When I saw them say "yes", I never knew that my colleague does say that she shopping for a divorce lawyer.
Why? I do not know. Feeling.
In another life, I would sketch pictures of their weddings. I immortalized thirty "yes I do" at all. Each time I made myself a bet inside. Will they go through the time barrier?
Gotoften deceived. Some do not even celebrate their first birthday. Why? Good question. If asked, they probably do not know.
That's life.
life whose time has come. That leaves its trace. Which brings us elsewhere.
Is it a drama? A tragedy? I do not think.
Yet we are often frightened with statistics alarmist. So many divorces in Quebec. Both single-parent families. Both single.
And worse?
It changes how the bottom?
What good stay together if there is more harmony? If conflicts have become the standard? If being at home means living in a concentration camp?
Because one day they swore before God? For children? Cowardice? For security? To fulfill our responsibilities? Out of fear?
Ridiculous.
Completely ridiculous.
I like to think that love was still snoring back in my long long night. I like to imagine that we will rock our grandchildren together in our four and a half plaid. I like the idea that we all sign a lease with Sun Apartments.
But I know that if one day he becomes a follower of sadomasochism, becoming a member of the Raelians, if the heroine becomes her best friend, he took up residence on the couch and not move any more than to go pee, I know I never want to hear snoring in my back.
Will it be a tragedy? No.
Not for me. Nor for him. This may be difficult moments, but not dramatic. Nobody died.
Because before being a couple, we are people. Separate entities. Evolving. Change. Humans who are entitled to happiness even though a marriage contract between them. Even if they signed a mortgage over 25 years. Although offspring run between their legs.
Because better divorcees than married unhappy happy to see smiles on her little chickens.
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