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?

My own question now faced me: ‘Would a healthy person do that?’
Why are killing, maiming people elsewhere called moral, ‘legal’?
Loss of cultural consensus means violent conflict in decades ahead
Want to return to a simpler world? Say ‘goodbye’ to cheeseburgers
FRIDAY FUNNIES
Hank Williams story reminds me I’ve always wanted to be a star
FRIDAY FUNNIES
Politicians have no right dictating the menu of your kid’s Happy Meal