...didn’t see that ending coming at ALL I’m observing details that I didn’t anticipate. You have a gift for making what polite society would consider profane... it hasn’t felt at all sinful nor have I wondered why your moral compass is calibrated to a point far C S auu from being a good person. Real.
Raw. Vulnerable, yeah. The marriage, your kids, the doctorate, this lane that you’ve carved for yourself... it was all borne from that scary time on the wire working without a net. I can’t think of right and wrong in this context, cause and effect feel more appropriate. Your intuition led you home, in the end.
Chemistry is unexplainable and irrational. It simply is. When you’re in it to that level there’s no denying it. I have felt what you felt. It didn’t turn out well. Thanks for sharing this powerful and fucked up and amazing memory.
Life gets messy, despite our best intentions or efforts to the contrary.
Earlier today, while doing mundane household crappy tasks, I realized your Substack here reminds me a bit of the two-character play "Love Letters."
Except those two characters became lifelong friends who loved each other and kept in-contact via these letters, although they each lived separate lives with other spousal units.
The story is kinda sad, really.
Your story and reality is a lot livelier and grittier with younger, smart people talking about sex and swearing while peppering their sentences with literary concepts and fifty-dollar words.
Thank you for sharing with us. I can see how you'd feel bad about it. But you two basically grew up together, even with similar interests. Unlike the couple in Love Letters, you realized your connection.
Okay I NEED a part 2! How did you guys reconnect and wind up married? Tell us all the things!! And thank you for being so raw and honest about this situation <3
Not sure you believe in fate, but that’s what this story sounds like. Two people destined for each other and nothing, not even “immorality” was going to stop that. I never felt like your hubby was an asshole in that story, but I felt your pain in knowing for even a second you had to live without him and be without him. I think that’s what got me the most. The being without, and how they made you all decide for forever ♾️ or whatever that is. Also, the pic of you two at the beginning is priceless. More please. 🙏🏾
...didn’t see that ending coming at ALL I’m observing details that I didn’t anticipate. You have a gift for making what polite society would consider profane... it hasn’t felt at all sinful nor have I wondered why your moral compass is calibrated to a point far C S auu from being a good person. Real.
Raw. Vulnerable, yeah. The marriage, your kids, the doctorate, this lane that you’ve carved for yourself... it was all borne from that scary time on the wire working without a net. I can’t think of right and wrong in this context, cause and effect feel more appropriate. Your intuition led you home, in the end.
This. 🔥🔥
Chemistry is unexplainable and irrational. It simply is. When you’re in it to that level there’s no denying it. I have felt what you felt. It didn’t turn out well. Thanks for sharing this powerful and fucked up and amazing memory.
Thank you for reading 🙏
Such a dizzying and dazzling feeling!
Indeed!
Life gets messy, despite our best intentions or efforts to the contrary.
Earlier today, while doing mundane household crappy tasks, I realized your Substack here reminds me a bit of the two-character play "Love Letters."
Except those two characters became lifelong friends who loved each other and kept in-contact via these letters, although they each lived separate lives with other spousal units.
The story is kinda sad, really.
Your story and reality is a lot livelier and grittier with younger, smart people talking about sex and swearing while peppering their sentences with literary concepts and fifty-dollar words.
Thank you for sharing with us. I can see how you'd feel bad about it. But you two basically grew up together, even with similar interests. Unlike the couple in Love Letters, you realized your connection.
That play sounds beautiful! 😭
And highly regarded. Love Letters won the Pulitzer Prize for Drama in 1990.
Okay I NEED a part 2! How did you guys reconnect and wind up married? Tell us all the things!! And thank you for being so raw and honest about this situation <3
Not sure you believe in fate, but that’s what this story sounds like. Two people destined for each other and nothing, not even “immorality” was going to stop that. I never felt like your hubby was an asshole in that story, but I felt your pain in knowing for even a second you had to live without him and be without him. I think that’s what got me the most. The being without, and how they made you all decide for forever ♾️ or whatever that is. Also, the pic of you two at the beginning is priceless. More please. 🙏🏾