Well, there it is; one word says it all. "Crazy, toys in the attic..." At least I have an excuse, I haven't slept in 27 hours. Am I crazy because I haven't slept or did I not sleep because I'm crazy? Neither, I am completely sane; it's everyone else that is crazy.
RELATIONSHIPS: The potential for two or more beings to unite out of mutual respect, trust, and desire. When nurtured and cared for the unity of those involved can become ever binding and, with or without a wedding, can evolve into a long and lasting partnership based on respect, trust, desire, and love.
EX- (insert significant other here): The same two or more beings now trying to kill each other due to mutual disrespect, distrust, and repulsion (don't forget they have "ruined" each others lives). In many situations I have seen this broken relationship occur around the 2 or 3 year mark. A time where neither person involved believes they can go on without the other and when forced to don't feel they can ever recover from "all the wasted years" that "you caused me."
And they call me crazy. When we're young eternity means Friday. When we're in our teens an eternity is the 14 days between Monday and Friday night. When we're "over the hill" we have already lived an eternity. Apparently this seems to mean that between the ages of 20 and "over the hill" an eternity is defined as 2 or 3 years.
After 1 year of dating my friends moved in with each other. Neither one of them had a job. Neither one of them had money. Neither one of them had a clue. Both of them had dreams of what it was "supposed to be like". Either way, they rented a small house. They bought furniture, with money they didn't have. They referred to each other as husband and wife, although she was still married to her (soon to be yet it hasn't happened yet) ex-husband. They spent their first couple of months in pseudo matrimonial lust. The first time a home service was disconnected for non payment (the cable) they both went to sleep angry from their first argument over money and woke next to a stranger. After that day they never found each other.
The trust was the first thing to go. She began investigating his cell phone bill, he started 'following' her at work (once she retained a job to have the television turned back on). She began accusing him of cheating on her; accusations that were unnecessary because, like everyone else, she is ALWAYS right. He began lying because to her there was no truth. He eventually admitted to cheating on her although he felt he was pushed into it by the accusations; she admitted she was right. She searched the car; he searched her bag. She changed the passcodes to all their accounts, so he couldn't check them. He changed them back so she couldn't win. They were informed, by way of an eviction notice, that through all the checking and fighting over money they neglected to pay the rent. At this point they did what any struggling, arguing, presumably doomed couple would do. They bought a dog and rented a larger home with a higher rent in the hopes these actions would return them to their pseudo matrimonial lust.
They bought all new furniture and decorations to commemorate their fresh start. Forgive and forget... one of them forgot to consult Websters. She could not forgive, she would not let him forget. He could not forget that she could not forgive.
A larger home, as one would guess, was accompanied by larger bills and bigger problems. Who was going to walk the dog, "you're the one who wanted him now you can take care of him." Who's going to clean the house, "it's not my mess, you clean it." "You know I don't do dishes! By the way, can you wash the pot for me?" Like any other struggling couple trying to forgive and forget, and realizing the dog did not bring them a happy home, they moved in another couple and had people over every night. This is, as everyone knows, a failing couples way to end the fighting; to never be alone. The tension grew as "he's cheating on me with ?????, I heard them kissing downstairs." Give me a break, how does anyone HEAR two people kissing a floor away with 5 adults and 4 kids in the house. Really!! I ran over there because my distraught friend was hysterical, and polishing the toe nails of the girl he was "kissing downstairs" by the time I got there. The bills were left unpaid, I wonder if it was to save on wallpaper. The scheming and scamming for money was soon to follow. He "did it for her" but "she would never see that"; so he never told her. Through her ignorance, which she called trust, he "ruined" her life. With her need for more shoes he ruined his own. Another unwanted eviction notice found its way to their door 4 short months after they moved in.
With no where to go the (un) happy couple moved in with the grandmother of his daughter. Sounds like the ideal solution; much more logical than, lets say, paying the rent. They weren't so quick to leave their furnishings behind this time; they took all they could and moved in where they shouldn't have been. It worked out for grandma though, she needed a living room set complete with television and the bed (if they wanted somewhere to sleep.) Oh yeah, they brought the dog with them as well. I won't waste any one's time beating a dead horse; nothing changed at grandma's house except the big bad wolf moved in with little red riding hood. Grandma won, they had to move again.
Grandma retained, in storage, what they could not carry. With no place to go they were off to the No Tell Mo Tell; this was not the reconciliation they had in mind, it was the splitting of their "family." Her son went to stay with her parents and they were not allowed to bring the dog, he went to stay with a friend.
Two weeks after the initial check in they fell upon a miracle. Two evictions in less than two years and they were securely deposited and moving into a two bedroom rental. The family and the family dog were back together; as back together as broken can be. Another new home did not take away from the same old problems. He was "still a cheat" no matter what was said or done. She was still "insane" for what she did not say or do. They argued over everything from apples to zebras, no one won.
The money never came. The respect and trust were never seen again; the love was there, the lust was gone. The dog seemed nothing less than depressed, although he loves them both. Down the rabbit hole they spiraled, in an attempt to save themselves they pulled all their friends in with them. Mutual friends were made to feel they had to choose between the two; a bitter custody battle, friends and dog alike. If one chose not to choose it was made clear that was the wrong choice. All the dirty little secrets they were keeping from each other were being thrown around by the skeletons in the closet, one must have been a pitcher because a couple of fast balls and a few curve balls flew at my head. They loved each other so much neither one of them could let go; hold on to any one that hard and someone is bound to get strangled. When the inevitable happened they fought even more. He left the house, she claimed he left her when he promised he wouldn't. They tried to be friends, neither one of them could. Each blamed their inability to be friends on the other. Neither one of them saw fault in themselves. The Blame Game was played, the stakes were to high for either one of them to ante up so they both folded. The storm of this relationship, by comparison, was close if not surpassing Hurricane Sandy. He, and the dog, moved in with a mutual friend. She, and her son, moved in with her parents. Neither one of them took the furniture.
He started to date, so did she. She called him, he answered; they talked, they did more than talk. He stopped dating, she didn't believe him. She stopped dating, she lied. They argued and fought; the dog was fine with the mutual friend, both were trapped in the rabbit hole... Not everyone can be RIGHT; someone has to be wrong, or at least not as right. He started dating again, so did she. She blamed the mutual friend who was no longer a mutual friend, that was "his friend".
There were games that were played with people as game pieces. Innocent bystanders where injured in the terrorist attack. Not one relationship involved in the ordeal went untouched. Not one little fuzzy bunny hopped out of that rabbit hole the way he went in. Eat your heart out Brothers Grimm, here's how it really ends:
Red, as she is known in her village, travels to grandma's house;
a trip she had taken weekly to assist the elderly woman.
In preparing for the visit, grandma was baking some fresh muffins
(the basket Red carried was to bring leftovers to the wolf. Ungrateful wench)
The wolf didn't trust the hooded little goody goody, she had forgotten him before,
so he followed Red to grandma's house.
When the wolf overheard Red saying her father, a lumberjack, would like some muffins
the wolf new Red was up to no good.
He stormed through the door to confront his friend Red;
elderly grandma fell of a heart attack.
Red went running back through the woods and over the field to get to the village.
She was not trying to warn them, she was trying to save herself.
She was, clearly, throwing them to the wolves.
While running through the woods the wolf pack joined in the hunt.
The villagers were up in arms, Red's dad was leading the mob.
They attacked, the wolves fought hard;
Red's dad retreated to save his beloved Little Red.
All that remain was the slain bodies of man and beast,
side by side in a sea of "red".
Red's dad emerged from a ramshackle hut;
in all his anger, he raised his axe high above his head.
The wolf lunged at him and ripped at his throat.
Pops fell at the wolves paws, he was dead.
Red, an assault trained mercenary, lunged at the wolf;
with her bare hands she proceeded to rip him limb from limb.
In his final breaths he whispered,
"I only wanted the muffins I was promised."
Realizing the mutilation of her village was in great part her fault
(realizing she was 'less than right')
She began to run as far and as fast as she could;
which wasn't all that far.
The tree her father had been chopping had come crashing down on dear Red.
(I know, you're thinking served the bitch right.)
At that very moment grandma walked into the village;
The horror of what she had seen caused her to have her second heart attack that day.
She fell dead atop her sons axe.
(It has remained unclear if grandma had died prior to the axe.)
If you are wondering if all involved made it out of the rabbit hole the answer is no. He is still dating someone much younger than him. She is dating someone who thinks she no longer has feelings for 'Him'. As of now they are not talking, that will change. She and his girlfriend have exchanged numbers, at one point they spoke; they are each attempting to remove the other from his life. They are all at the top of the hole they have dug, not one is climbing out. The dog lives here with me; maybe the wolf survived.
"Don't go into the light!"
I have many friends that have been happily married (to each other) for years; keeping track of it is like singing Farmer in the Dell. Here a kid, there a kid, everywhere a kind kid... here a niece, there a niece, everywhere a nice niece... here a dog, there a dog, everywhere a "big" dog. What I have noticed is when in comes to relationships all the kind kids and the nice nieces could learn a thing or two from the big Shaggy DA. The Rabbit Hole has opened and the kind kids and nice nieces took a harder fall than Humpty Dumpty himself. I swear they're all in the hole kicking the shit out of each for being pushed; except Mr. Dumpty, he admitted he fell.
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| Proof: She was no little goody goody!! |
