Kids are back from a weekend
with the man I affectionately call “the donor� and the woman I affectionately refer to as the “bimbo/sugarmomma/homewrecker�. Sigh. I do love those people.
My four children came home with much enthusiasm to see me, their cats, their rabbit and their dog. I was sitting on the couch and all four of them found places to sit on me as we watched The Corpse Bride. We discussed why the characters were engaged to the people they were and why the Corpse decided at the end to release the man she truly loved to his former fiancé. That act of selflessness allowed her to move on to the next stage of her “life�, and allowed the two who were destined to be together to live out their mortal lives as husband and wife. I’m assuming Tim Burton didn’t write a divorce in to the script.
I guess I have never loved someone that much. The only man I’ve put forth any effort in to keeping was the aforementioned donor. When he found bimbo/sugarmomma/homewrecker and moved on with her, I did not wish them well and peacefully move on to the next stage of my existence. I fought the situation kicking and screaming. I think I went a wee bit psychotic for a year or so afterward. It didn’t help that he kept coming back to me for booty call after he was with her. (I don’t believe in the “once a cheater, always a cheaterâ€? thing, but for him I’ll make an exception.) I was stupid enough to believe that I was winning my childrens’ father home. (me = idiot)
So is that true love? Putting the wants and desires of the object of your affection above your own? I bet that’s true. Other than the love I have for my children, I have to admit that I don’t think I’m capable of that kind of love. I will never allow myself to. I mean, look what happened the only time I attempted it!
Sigh. I’ve been inspired tonight by the Corpse Bride of all people. Ain’t love grand?
At least in the movies.
marriage, divorce, The Corpse Bride, family, movies, reconciliation, love, cheating




November 6th, 2006 at 10:39 am
I’m not sure I can extend that level of trust out to anyone either. Once bitten, Twice shy. (not often I get to use a Great White, reference.)