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?

I’m losing need to explain myself to those who misunderstand me
Florida requires drivers to hand over personal info — which it then sells
Calm and perspective needed for Boston, not accusations and games
If you’ve gotten on the wrong bus, nothing changes until you get off
If parents excuse cheating, what should we expect from their kids?
Some moms can’t handle the job, but they do the best they can
I don’t regret my choices, but I do lament choices he refused to make