Most of the people I know aren’t happy. They put on brave faces and try to fit in, but in their hearts, they’re hurting — because their lives aren’t what they wanted them to be. Why do people live this way?
I’m thinking about this because of someone I met earlier this week. Her story reminded me of something from the personal life of Steve Jobs, but I’ll get to that in a moment. This woman is a teacher who lives in a nice suburban house and loves her two beautiful young children. Her attorney husband provides nicely for the family and treats her well. But she’s miserable when she’s honest, as she was with me Monday night.
What she doesn’t tell most people is that she’s in love with another man and she says she always will be. He loved her, too, and wanted to marry her a decade ago, but he lived in England and was going home after working in this country for a year. He was an architect and he had his own practice back home. He begged her to come with him, but she didn’t want to leave what she already had here.
So she said “goodbye” to him for the last time at the airport and they both promised to always love each other. In the meantime, she’s started raising two children with a man who provides well for her, but who can’t give her what she really needs inside. Just a couple of months ago, the English architect married, too. She says the new woman looks a lot like her. She says she hopes they’re happy, but her voice sounds hollow when she says it.
How did memory get it wrong? Why did I edit truth about her?
Whether it makes sense or not, I’ve learned to expect miracles
Can love last? Man holding hand of his dying wife gives me hope
Flawed bricks can build our lives, because perfection never arrives
I’d like to help change the world, but politics is no longer my hobby
When we sell Jesus like soap, maybe we’re spiritually bankrupt
To heal from narcissistic abuse, you have to stop hurting yourself
What’s the use of love if the one who you love doesn’t need you?