For a very long time, I wondered how this would end. Would there be a dramatic climax? Or would love just slowly and quietly die from lack of tending?
It’s hard to even know what to call it anymore. It hasn’t been a relationship for a long time. It was a hope. Fondest dream. Futile faith in what a love might be? Fantasy, maybe?
Of all the things I imagined for seven years or so, I never imagined that it could end as sour grapes. But now that the hurt of lost love has faded into vague resentment instead, I can’t help but think, “I wouldn’t have wanted her anyway.”
I laugh bitterly at myself and wonder whether I tried to fool myself for years or if I’ve been trying to fool myself more recently. I’m not sure I would know when I’ve been most honest with myself — then or now — much less what was really best for all involved.
All I can do is point to Aesop’s fable called, “The Fox and the Grapes.” Do you remember the story?

Life-threatening accident for child puts my tiny problems into context
Teacher suspended for insisting that failure is an option for lazy kids
You have to do your own thing, even when crowds don’t ‘get it’
If you’re out of place somewhere, nobody’s going to be very happy
Few things satisfy like giving thoughtful gifts to those we love
We’re all masters of denial when facing painful truths in our lives
We can’t really change people, even if they offer us the control
Kids’ willingness to blindly obey shows in Quebec teacher’s joke