What if...
...more people took this approach to the mid-life "I don't love you" crisis that seems inevitable?
I'm inspired. I'm heartened. I'm touched. Divorce and love are topics that are dear to my heart, close in a way that few things are. I was never going to marry, you know. I was pretty sure it was an outdated, useless institution for religious types, and I was not a religious type, thankyouverymuch.
I'm married now, and I often battle with a demon in my mind, one that whispers about the greener grass, the impossible things I deal with (though I am married to a saint!), the crazy responsibilities getting in the way of what I'd rather be doing.
The question becomes, then, one of getting past my own selfishness. I once read a book by Ayn Rand called The Virtue of Selfishness. I can't remember what was in that book, but I remember lending it to my dad and insisting that he would see the errors of his silly faith once he read it.
Right now, Dad's having a hearty chuckle. And that's OK with me.
The thing is, reading this article about one woman's way of dealing with the words "I don't love you anymore," I see myself. Not in the woman...in the husband.
I'm just the type of person who could so easily just chuck it all out the window. Maybe it would be a result of a battle with depression, with a need to martyr myself and make the pain worse, with a desire to try something, well, easier.
Go on over and read this article, "Those Aren't Fighting Words, Dear." See if it doesn't make you shake your head and maybe look at things a little differently.
I enjoyed Danielle Bean's comments earlier, and I am heartened to see this article linked, well, all over the blogosphere this morning.
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