I went in believing that there was a comfort in having someone beside you that knew your every flaw and strength and who quietly chose to sit by you through the good times and the bad. I never expected constant fireworks or even the fiery vision of love you see in the movies. It was the constant, the subtle, the quiet that mattered to me.
I didn't expect there to never be arguments or disagreements. I wasn't choosing someone who was a clone of me. The very benefit they added to my life was founded on the fact that they would have different ideas and opinions than I would.
But I did expect that they would want to work through those disagreements with me, that our combined perspectives, knowledge, and skills would make us stronger as we faced the world, not that we would feel the need to face each other or that it would ultimately end in a husband vs wife divorce case.
He grew uncharacteristically interested in romance movies as our marriage ended. They felt like rubbing salt in the wound but I wonder if that was the only form of "love" he had witnessed.
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