"Tell me I'm crazy."
No! I swear, that wasn't me! I didn't say that this time. It was a friend. Apparently the crazy is contagious. I had no idea, I'll wear a mask and gloves from now on. I promise.
My friend is having marital issues. Yeah, apparently that's contagious too. Half the country is down with that one. I'm just gonna buy a plastic bubble and hang out there. What's more, I can exercise hamster style.
Whee!
"Next on the news, three crushed when a giant Rob ball rolled over them…"
Whee!
It's ok, they were bound to go crazy or get a divorce anyway. The great hamster ball was just dispensing justice and wisdom.
"Step out of my--nevermind…they had it coming."
My friend didn't have it coming, hell she didn't even know what hit her, but still, there it was, in her doorway begging for candy. She'd found herself on opposite sides of life from her husband. Anybody here who hasn't felt that, please raise your hand. Yes, keep it up, I'll have somebody around with a saw. He'll remove the problem. Then you'll know how it feels. Problem solved.
And this is where she wanted me to tell her she was crazy. She wanted to keep trying. She wanted to give a little more to salvage her marriage. My hamster ball flipped me on my back.
"you want to what?"
"To save my marriage."
"You do know that nobody tries that anymore, right."
"I think it's worth it."
"Ok…uhm could you roll me back to my feet?"
"Sure."
"Thanks!"
She wants to save her marriage. I do think people give up way too easily. A strong nose blows and somebody's off on the Kleenex of indignation. Problem solved. What happened to hanging in there?
And I know what you're thinking: who is this guy in he hamster ball telling people to stay together? What gives this Rob guy the right? Fair question, I'll address it when I get out of the ball. For now, let's just say I've got the ball, and I'm not afraid to use it.
But really, MyEx quit too easily. If I'm honest, so did I. Here's the thing: I let her past dictate my actions. I say it's because I knew her, and I did, but sometimes I wonder, was it just easier to blame her for quitting?
Of course it was. It was just as easy as running around in this silly ball, and almost as fun. Could I have tried harder? I think we always can, but still there comes a point where we can't. How does that work? I have no idea.
Just like I have no idea what could have saved my marriage. Oh, I wanted to, but I was a mime at a blind mans convention. Nothing I did could leave an impression. So when my friend says she wants to save hers, all I can do is applaud.
I hope she gets it right. See, she hasn't found that point where she "can't," and I hope for her sake, she never can.
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