We’d found ourselves, in the midst of a foreign city, we’d, walked, into a clothing store without any mirrors, and, I picked a piece of cloth up to show you, placed it over my upper body, asked, “How do I look?”, you’d nodded, “Good!”, you’d picked up a tie that’s really UGLY in color and pattern, asked me, how does this look on me? I shook my head, “it doesn’t fit you right!”, you’d, put it down.
we are all, blind in love!
So, we went deeper, into this exploration of this small shop that we’d stumbled upon, without ANY mirrors, and, we’d picked up one item, put it down, because we are reliant on each other’s perspectives, to see if the clothes fitted or not, and, after we’d walked through the entire shop (and, it wasn’t one of those sidewalk small couture shops either, it’s one of those, LARGER-SCALE places!!!), and we still couldn’t make up our minds on which articles of clothing would fit well on each of us, so, we’d left the shop, emptyhanded…
And, as we walked away, I got to thinking, is this, how marriage is going to be: relying on you, to let me know, how I look? Because, you’re the center of my world (as we’re, newlyweds???), and, I’d, relied on you, to tell me how I look, and, sometimes, you’re, WAY, WAY, W-A-Y off on your percepts, and I started, doubting my choice in marrying you, and it’s all because of what’d happened, in that small couture shop we went into, for a quick stroll………
“you look good, trust me!!!”, “Do I???”
As we got home, I’d thought about that “encounter” at the couture shop on our honeymoon more, and, I’d come to the conclusion, that you weren’t what I wanted in a marriage, but, it was, just ONE month after we were wed, I should probably, give it a chance, I suppose…
But, why? Why waste my time on what might not even work out in the end? We’re, so very, different, I thought we were right, but, this honeymoon we’d gone on, had been eye opening to me, it made me realize, just how far apart our beliefs, thoughts and experiences are in life, and how we’d wanted, different things from this common experience called “marriage”…and, seeing how we didn’t start on the same page in marriage, I really wanted to just, pull the plug, before too much damage was done, but I don’t want to hurt you, so, I’d, let this marriage drag on, for longer than I should.
“how does this look on me???”, translation: how would i look in my marraige???
And now, we’re, finally divorced, and I’m free, I feel free, but, it felt somewhat different from before when we were married, apparently, being married changes you, no matter how short-lived the marriage was, it still, changes a person!!!
And, that cloth store without the mirrors, WAS a metaphor of OUR marriage, we’d needed to, rely on one another, to tell each other how we looked, and sometimes, your views of beauty, does NOT coincide with my version of what’s beautiful, and, what I believe to be good looking, is atrocious in your opinion………
Life, the Obstacle Course 