The War Of The Roses.

Surprisingly I had never seen this movie, until today.

It tells the story of an idyllic couple who after many years of marriage call it quits.

When we enter a relationship especially one as sacred as marriage, we don't do it lightly.

We go in head first, filled with hopes and dreams.

Aspirations.

Goals.

Laughter and smiles.

Affection, compassion, support.

Yet slowly over time, life's ups and downs take their toll.

And suddenly, the smiles turn to frowns.

The laughter into sneers.

Eventually, the anger so palpable it fills the air.

The resentment visible.

You begin to find yourself at this point in which, you are done being diminished.

Seeing the investment not worth the return.

The bickering.

The fighting.

The tears.

Over everything.

Exhausted of all efforts being constantly overlooked.

Exasperated with being together, and ironically, feeling utterly alone.

After years of trying to create the perfect house, the perfect image, the perfect kids, it comes to pass that it went largely unnoticed.

As did you.

Finding yourself with a stranger.

The understanding that it is time to walk away.

Empathetic to the fact that you simply do not have any more tears to cry.

The well dried up.

Knowing that walking away, the arguments, the critiques, and that void feeling will hopefully be gone.

The contempt, over.

The resentment laid to rest.

Tired of trying.

Not knowing what lies ahead but knowing it will be difficult.

But healthier.

For everyone.

Parting ways with the intent it will be.

Even when sometimes it isn't.

May our desires to separate end as amicably as when we started.

The War of the Roses is proof that if we don't, it will kill you both.

Xoxo,

C.