Broken Hearted
Ok, so here I am typing about the broken hearted.
*For privacy reasons I will refer to my relative as Broken, and his wife as Bitch*
For once, it is not my own heart that I speak about. Well...sorta. My heart is broken right along with my relatives because we are so close and I was directly involved in their lives for so long.
Wait, let me start from the start.
My cousin and his wife were married awhile back. I was in their wedding party, even though I was against the union and generally despise the ceremony of marriage on all levels.
(thats a rant for another day)
Either way, they were married and all seemed well until I asked them if they wanted to move in together, all three of us to help save money and get a really decent house. They agreed and all was well, until I was told that Bitch wanted out of the marriage after only 9 months together. Broken was devastated and so was I, as I was now a functional part of this relationship for the sake of finances and living arrangements.
I advised Broken many times on how to proceed with the impending split and relational issues he was having with Bitch. My previous experiences helped me guide him along the treacherous paths of 'getting back together'.
Oddly enough, things worked out and they stayed together.
----> Fastforward to yesterday. I pick up Broken and drive him to work. As we drive he tells me that by summer time he and Bitch should be back together and all will be well again. I warn him that he should make sure its the right move first, if it feels wrong or forced, then don't go ahead with the move in for convenience sake (Can you say foreshadowing?).
So I drop him off and head home to thaw out and relax, invite a friend over for a movie and enjoy the rest of my frigid night.
I get a phone call awhile later into the night and its Broken. He sounds awful. I ask whats up and he explains to me that some random dude walked into his work asking for him, to have a chat.
They chat. This stand-up guy goes ahead and tells Broken that he has been fucking Bitch since October and has cell phone pictures and texts to prove this claim. Wow guy, aren't you doing Broken a solid? Douche.
She apparently has been seeing this guy (read as fucking him) since just after I moved out.
Now, I feel partly responsible, as I know I was part of what was helping keep them together as a voice of reason and a mediating presence in their daily lives. I moved out for my own reasons and really, two years is enough time especially for a volatile relationship.
My heart breaks now for my relative. I will do what I can to support him, help him out and advise him further, but any talk of getting back together with her should be scrapped. I doubt he would do something stupid like that and right now he is just simply hurting too bad to even think straight.
Short term emergency plan: Take Broken out and get him drunk, and laid. Help him get his life on track and prepare his mind and heart for the inevitable and painful divorce. Get him drunk again, and possibly laid again. Show him the finer points of the single life and distract the everloving hell out of him. The first year will be tough, but he will get through it.
Marriage.... nothing but pain and heartache for so many. Of course the few that DO make it and are together for the right reasons, they last and I am happy for them. Secretly I rejoice for the victories in relationships such as these, but the weight of losses seems to far overbalance the notion of a happy ending.
I hate being right.
*For privacy reasons I will refer to my relative as Broken, and his wife as Bitch*
For once, it is not my own heart that I speak about. Well...sorta. My heart is broken right along with my relatives because we are so close and I was directly involved in their lives for so long.
Wait, let me start from the start.
My cousin and his wife were married awhile back. I was in their wedding party, even though I was against the union and generally despise the ceremony of marriage on all levels.
(thats a rant for another day)
Either way, they were married and all seemed well until I asked them if they wanted to move in together, all three of us to help save money and get a really decent house. They agreed and all was well, until I was told that Bitch wanted out of the marriage after only 9 months together. Broken was devastated and so was I, as I was now a functional part of this relationship for the sake of finances and living arrangements.
I advised Broken many times on how to proceed with the impending split and relational issues he was having with Bitch. My previous experiences helped me guide him along the treacherous paths of 'getting back together'.
Oddly enough, things worked out and they stayed together.
----> Fastforward to yesterday. I pick up Broken and drive him to work. As we drive he tells me that by summer time he and Bitch should be back together and all will be well again. I warn him that he should make sure its the right move first, if it feels wrong or forced, then don't go ahead with the move in for convenience sake (Can you say foreshadowing?).
So I drop him off and head home to thaw out and relax, invite a friend over for a movie and enjoy the rest of my frigid night.
I get a phone call awhile later into the night and its Broken. He sounds awful. I ask whats up and he explains to me that some random dude walked into his work asking for him, to have a chat.
They chat. This stand-up guy goes ahead and tells Broken that he has been fucking Bitch since October and has cell phone pictures and texts to prove this claim. Wow guy, aren't you doing Broken a solid? Douche.
She apparently has been seeing this guy (read as fucking him) since just after I moved out.
Now, I feel partly responsible, as I know I was part of what was helping keep them together as a voice of reason and a mediating presence in their daily lives. I moved out for my own reasons and really, two years is enough time especially for a volatile relationship.
My heart breaks now for my relative. I will do what I can to support him, help him out and advise him further, but any talk of getting back together with her should be scrapped. I doubt he would do something stupid like that and right now he is just simply hurting too bad to even think straight.
Short term emergency plan: Take Broken out and get him drunk, and laid. Help him get his life on track and prepare his mind and heart for the inevitable and painful divorce. Get him drunk again, and possibly laid again. Show him the finer points of the single life and distract the everloving hell out of him. The first year will be tough, but he will get through it.
Marriage.... nothing but pain and heartache for so many. Of course the few that DO make it and are together for the right reasons, they last and I am happy for them. Secretly I rejoice for the victories in relationships such as these, but the weight of losses seems to far overbalance the notion of a happy ending.
I hate being right.
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