i'm sure i haven't miraculously matured between now and then, but perhaps a little because i've got some well needed enlightenment since that post. my spouse has decided to take a short break - nothing crazy, just a week plus out of state seeing friends. i'm perfectly content with this, even if friends include "friends" and a decision is reached to be all in or all out of "us". that's not the "ahh haa" moment.
the "ahh haa" moment i've met somewhere along the way of the past month is that i (me, myself, the person who is on the strings) has power here too... that i can make a decision completely independent of what they decide. like pinocchio shouting "i want to be a real boy" i found my voice and have just as much control as gepetto who is holding the strings.
so that's something. i'm not sure what yet, and i'm not sure what my heart holds, and certainly trying to guess what someone else's holds is a complete mystery. i've never had good relationships in life. even in make believe they were flawed. life imitating art, or art imitating life??? i don't know. another one that can fall under "the chicken or the egg" scenario. i'm trying though. i'm really trying. ...and i realize that if i'm the only one trying, then i need to walk away... because i deserve better then this, and i can't tolerate it anymore.
i leave you with a side note... something i found while surfing the internerd... i like it. it feels very true and accurate to me, and i think people need to stop and realize that these fantasies they long for... are often the same fantasy shared by the stranger in our bed that we've laid with for a long time, or a random "friend" for an evening. it's profound, poetic and simple. it may be the best thing i've read in a very long time.
cheers
“In the group of women I work with – spanning the decades from late twenties to early sixties – it is noticeable that youth and beauty don’t dictate the happiest relationship, the kinkiest sex or the most wildly romantic love affair… Men, those devils, watch porn and, weirdly, still lust after women without pneumatic tits, fake tans and plastic sandals. They fall in love and lust with less than perfect female bodies, and are thrilled to bits to get their hands on all the bits women love to hate about themselves. Go out into the street and look at the people holding hands, feeling each other up and gazing passionately down each others cleavages: most of them aren’t world class beauties with gym-toned bodies, they are perfectly ordinary people hiding what someone else finds exceptional and arousing under not-next-season’s clothes and quite possibly a roll of flab. Here’s what women, and men, want: someone to turn them on and make them happy. Funnily enough, all this mainly goes on in the brain, which is why you don’t need botox and silicone to get laid, or loved.”