I could gloss over the events of the last few days easily, forgetting that they ever existed in a show of willpower, and talk about the weather or the latest Supreme Court nominee (*cough cough* pro-life bigot *cough cough*). I'd like to say that everything is for the best, true though it usually may be, and chalk each negative experience up to the learning of a life lesson. Try telling that to my best friend, though.

In a fit of selfishness and just plain unthoughtfulness (is that a word?), my best friend's husband of four years )and partner of seven) left her. Everyone remaining in the aftermath of this separation has been left stunned, speechless and racking our brains for any hint that would have given us cause to think this would happen. While it's no secret I dislike him, we've never gotten along in the many years I've known him, I still don't want to assume that people can be this malicious. I hope he knows what he's done. I hope he understands the fury of the people left behind. And I hope that he doesn't underestimate the righteous anger that will level him should he ever decide to set foot, tail between legs, in our world again. That's all I'm saying about that.

But this begs the question... do people really just fall out of love with each other? Can you wake up one morning and think "Damn, I just don't love him anymore"? I don't want to live in that world. What the fuck is love, anyway? Is it something that you feel? A way that you behave?

More ruminations on love to come, I'm sure.

This entry was posted by Mellie, on Tuesday, July 19, 2005.