- now you’ve got to beg for a mediocre lifestyle,
- now you’ve got to hope for a reasonable settlement,
- now you’ve got to split things up,
- now you’ve got to rationalize the break-up by cutting-down your former lover,
- now you’ve got to explain it all… again and again, and again,
- now you’ve got to be alone: no touch, no love, no plans, no partnership, and
- now you’ve got to wonder if you ever even want to start the whole process over again, because you never, ever saw this catastrophe coming… and your loving side probably won’t see the next one coming, either.
now the burden is on you to play the bad-guy role, the breaker-upper role, the failure role… unless you decide to staaaaaaaaaaaay… and live in mutual love/hate/cohabitate for the rest of your time on this planet earth.
the bliss of marriage is a mirage.
if you’ve got bliss… if you click… if you love what you’ve got… then why not just keep doing what you are doing? why change it? why f--k it up? why turn bliss-ness into hellacious-ess??? why regress????






