The truth plays a clever game of strategy. It does not always march forward openly but infiltrates you when you are least aware and then suddenly hits you between the eyes leaving you reeling. Now there is no denying it, no hoping that things may be different, that time can heal, all the little lies that have helped you to sleep at night. My marriage has failed, I will be a divorcee, whatever I want matters not a jot. The end is as inevitable as death and I have been like a child clinging to a belief in heaven long after he knows the absurdity of it.
I suppose it is also inevitable that my mind will be spinning back through memories, 'the day we first met', 'Our Wedding day', 'The Birth of each of my precious children', 'our First Holiday together' 'Our last holiday together'.
Were we always fated to fail, was it as certain as clockwork that it would all end like this or were there certain moments when the choices made could have led to a happier outcome? Do we after all have free will or is that just an illusion?
suzeemoon
it's probably too early for this comment but a reationship that does not continue is not automatically a failure; just a relationship that was time-limited. I understand the ending was not what you wanted, but then neither what may have been on offer - You may have 'settled' for a relationship that was limited, but that's not the same.
This doesn't mean the good bits were not good, but you do not have to be sensible at the moment, hence my comment on timing.
'Sliding Doors' was interesting, but it was only a film.