Breaking Up Is The Right Thing To Do.
Happy Never After.
A fairy-tale comes to an end. In fact, if I had to describe it, it’s become more like a horror story.
It turned into this without warning.
I’ve tried to fix it, tried so very hard. It hurts now. I wake with pain and go to bed the same way. I don’t want to lose you but I can’t stand to be around you either.
Breaking up is better, right? It’s the only thing I haven’t done.
I mean, no one ever says leave, break up, divorce or runaway. Sure, jokes are made about it but few are taken seriously. We’re supposed to remain together until death.
Or is that meant to be said as: ‘Die trying’?
Nice. I feel like I’m already dead. How is this any different?
Reaching lifelong relationship utopia is easier said, written and read. Making it work is a whole different game of hearts.
It doesn’t work, not always.
Sometimes the perfect duo becomes imperfect. They begin to kill each other slowly without knowing it. This kind of death is agonizing and demoralizing.
It’s no one’s fault. Shit happens.
Silence or bickering is only a sign. It’s not the end though. Oh no, there’s much more pain to endure before a couple-in-crisis shuts a book on their fracturing fairy-tale.
Love martyrs and true romantics will try every trick before accepting closure. Closure means failure. Failing is unacceptable. Love is best. It’s better to re-write the story with love in it than finding happy never after instead.
Excuses will be made, the inevitable delayed, pushed so far back so that it won’t be seen.
If only we knew how futile pushing-back is. Hiding it doesn’t change it.
Sometimes the happiest tale is the one that includes the words ‘walk away.’
Is that even possible?
Is that allowed?
Breaking up is unromantic. It’s tragic. Sad.
It’s like death. Something of us will die. We fear death. The fear is so great it convinces us of absurdities, like remaining together.
It is a fool who chooses torture over death.
Yes, breaking up is allowed.
Let the relationship die. Bury it. Walk away. Let it go. Draw in a deep breath and then take a step away from it’s grave… and then take another. Soon, a footprint collective will trail away from it.
Avoid turning around. Stay focused and never look back.
Things won’t be the same again, this is true.
That’s the point.
More than likely, they’ll get better. They certainly can’t get any worse.
Break ups happen. They really do. They’re a natural part of life. Love hurts. The good must go with the bad. If we’re to believe that the tapestry of life is made up of many colours, we must be prepared to accept that our favourites won’t appear when we want them to.
Walking away is a horrible colour but it’s just that, a colour, part of a fantastic but complex tapestry. So walk away. Just go. Nicer ones will return in due time. Eventually the darkest ones will fade.
We should be allowed to embrace The End without guilt so we can enjoy the golds and yellows in our next chapter.
Do it. Let go. Now.
SEETHINGS is about long-term love too. It’s about two proud people who once loved well but became love-martyrs to sustain an endless ending.
Someone is about to be tortured. Someone will die for the pain.
Michael has put together a strong, heart beating novel, one which the readers of ‘psychotic thrillers’ will enjoy – for the faint-hearted, leave it alone! – Mike M. Roleystone.