I’ve been rereading House of Leaves over the last week or so. Shawshank says it’s one of those books that will be different for everyone who reads it. It’s a book that’s experienced more than read. My mother made it through about 15 pages. In contrast, Shawshank read it twice in one weekend. Unlike Shawshank,…
Those first weeks after finding that blue Rough Rider wrapper in the trash were the worst. It’s understandable. I’d spent years standing on the slippery rug on a hardwood floor that my marriage had become, afraid to take a step, lest I trip. Instead of addressing the slickness of the rug beneath my feet, the…
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.