The
Harder
I
Try
To
Come
Out
Of
It,
The
Stronger
It
Pulls
Me
Back
Into
It.
How very true at times, at least for me.
Everything happens on its own time here. NOTHING every starts at its scheduled time. Unless it’s the lock ins. This place forces patience.
One of Shawshank’s earlier letters described what his normal day is. For him – a guy who considers arriving less than 30 minutes early late – to find this routine too much even for him is unbelievable. I’d go mad.
A fairy-tale relationship. A fairy-tale marriage.
Isn’t that exactly what we wish for ourselves when we tie the knot, and repeat the words “I do”?
We enter the relationship with hopes and dreams. We picture a long life of love and happiness. And that’s not so naïve. It’s the way things should be.
But what if there’s deception and broken trust? What if there’s betrayal and infidelity?
If this becomes our story, is it still possible to describe our marriage as a fairy-tale?
The Little Mermaid kills herself at the end.