Magic Carpet Ride

Husband # 2, tho abusive and quite unkind, did have a deep tenderness and understanding of the child I was...and why. He recognized me because I was a mirror that held up his own wounds, and showed him his own tears, giving him permission to weep.
Never was I so attracted to something so utterly unsatisfying. It was beyond reason and beyond resistance. We were magnets for deeper needs that only we could meet. I gave him the very flesh of my love and she grew into his best friend, the caretaker of his cantankerous soul that no one else can abide. And he gave me his lethargy that I might somehow advance out of my corner to claim my place in the sun....but only just so far and just so much, as my standing and advancing threatened his chair bound dreams and jealousy is an evil liar and man's whip and reins to bind the truth from its action.
We grew mean in our expression to each other over time, and what was once full of growth, even if  painful, pushing through layers of hardened time, was now dried up, withered, soil without nutrients. Fungus growing where the sun no longer shined producing mushrooms of unkindness that we spoon fed to each other daily and took our trip to the carnival of the hearts distorted horrors of love.
Friends now, brother and sister always. We have served God's purpose in each others lives...of that I have no doubt. Marriage is sometimes a mutable merry go round of transforming relationship that spawns strange family units.
And now its he and me, and the man he passed the baton too...My husband # 3.

Reviews

[mysticgmekeepr]

looks like you play the conga drum too:-)

[Ed Hart]

yes, i understand this very well...we project (oh, blessed Carl) and seek ourselves in the other, and when the other slips from behind our mirage, and shows their own face, well, we get cranky, being betrayed and all...and we do this and do this as we slowly learn the meaning of friendship and peace, if we do...oh, the magic carpet ride, that finally takes us home...