Cry Me a River

Couples’ counseling in many ways feels like a temporary bandage to prolong the series finale. One can only hope that by talking issues out there will be fewer fireworks and less damage. For some an hour discussion with a stranger once a week will save the relationship. At what point do you muster up enough courage to call it quits? To walk away emotional beaten and bruised?
Some might argue that the end result was hundred percent my fault, that I had failed to respect the tradition. On the other side, there would be an equally vocal group of supporters pitching my reasoning. Yes, in the end it was not a wise decision for either party, but the growing mountain of evidence on my behalf would paint a story of neglect and miscommunication that ultimately with each passing day caused us to drift so far apart that by the time we realized it we were strangers.
I regret the end and many choices that lead up to that moment. I never meant to hurt anyone nor did I ever expect to wake up one day and not recognize the person lying next to me. He might not have changed, but unknowingly I had become someone else. It would be wrong to both of us to stay together just for fear of defamation.
We hung on longer than most expected, hoping that life would return to the once blissful years. It never did, maybe I never wanted it to. Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for a while and leave footprints on our hearts. And we are never, ever the same.
Kate