I was discussing marriage and commitment with someone and hit on a easy conversation piece/ metaphor: I wear a plain gold band on my hand that my brother found in a car he was towing (auto transport trucker.) My best guess as to why the band became my lost-and-found prize is that the previous owner removed it during some cheating-type shenanigans, then lost it in the car, probably caught hell from their parter......and then it became mine.
The moral of my tale is that it's all about how much you value a union, as to whether you keep it or not.....actions speak louder than words. The original possesor of the ring will never know how much I love the found ring....it doesn't matter, they didn't care enough to keep it.
The second part of this is that I ran into someone from my life before dancing......at his engagement party. It was a reminder that while I was immersed in one kind of world, everyone else has gone about their normal lives. I am happy for him, but it did remind me of the cynicism and negativity I've gotten from dancing. In a way I'm glad to be worldly, but I feel old inside when I think of not really being able to trust anyone.
A few years ago I saw a wedding party picking out dress fabric at a fabric shop while I was buying dance costume material....I remember looking at them and thinking, I'll never have that.
If it's any consolation, I think society as a whole is more cynical about marriage......


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. My first marriage of course, couldn't get over that seven-year-hump and ended shortly after our seventh anniversary.
Verry well said, Gyng!!
kick my ass if I were her.
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