Jul 29, 2009 23:36
I don't think it's the same every time. Relationships end for all kinds of reasons. Sometimes it's your fault. Sometimes it's his fault. It's usually his fault. And sometimes you're both to blame. I think there are times when you don't even realize it's over until it's been over for weeks. As human beings we learn to delude ourselves. To hold onto things that are already gone.
I used to think it was over once you walked away, because where can you go from there? If you're not present, you've got nothing. But I've learned that relationships can long outlast physical presence. Everyone's had at least one relationship that just will not die. You try so hard to separate yourself, like yolks and egg whites, but that takes the kind of time and precision that most of us don't have. Maybe we don't want to have it.
Divorce papers mean nothing. Especially if they never actually go through. You can divorce yourself from any situation and still feel something. You can look at him, and think about everything he's put you through and all the night you waited up for nothing, and sometimes you still feel it. Love. That pesky, incessant little emotion that rules and ruins us. I don't know if you can ever really move on from it. You think, he hurt me, he killed me, he tore me apart. You hate him and wonder why there's still love there. But really, why would you ever want it to go away? Love is so stupidly rare and fantastic. So what if it hurts.
Anyway. Point is, relationships are never really over. Not if they meant something. Not to me, at least.
Muse | Lisa Bridges
Fandom | Nash Bridges
Word Count | 283
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