At First
God forbid, but if it were ever
to happen they predicted some
virulent outbreak, some
brutal interruption of their lives, some
threshold beyond which
everything was AFTER.
But that’s not how their
marriage found itself dystopic.
It came about hardly noticed,
the way nails grow, as
he would say I LOVE YOU and she
would turn to him and just say YES.
He thought it sweet at first, an
abbreviation of their aging comfortableness
with one another.
In some ways so did she, at first.
Or so she hoped.
Such are the sins of omission.
Wow. I lived that marriage.
Oh, ouch. Care is needed. Always. In the sense of tenderness and also in the sense of paying attention, beginning with ourselves. So poignant, so (too often) true.
Oof. ::deep exhale::