It reminds me of that old joke- you know, a guy walks into a psychiatrist’s office and says, hey doc, my brother’s crazy! He thinks he’s a chicken. Then the doc says, why don’t you turn him in? Then the guy says, I would but I need the eggs. I guess that’s how I feel about relationships. They’re totally crazy, irrational, and absurd, but we keep going through it because we need the eggs.
We love people differently at different stages of our knowledge of them. As love changes its hape and its nature, we have to decide what we’re going to do about that love on any given day.
I don’t think there’s any loneliness greater than the loneliness to be found in a bad marriage. In solitary confinement, everyone knows you’re lonely and feels sorry for you. In a bad marriage loneliness is your darkest secret, one you dare not even share with your spouse.
You can’t love me.’
‘Don’t be bossy. I can do what the hell I like.
He knows,”I said. “I tell him everything”
“Does that go both ways?” he asked.
“Does what go both ways?”
“You said you tell him everything,” he replied. “You didn’t say we tell each other everything
Jimmy looked back over at his wife, and Celeste could feel the tenderest of aches in the look. She could feel another teardrop piece of Jimmy’s heart detach and free-fall down the inside of his chest.
I don’t have room in my heart for most people. Got nothing against them, but I got nothing for them, either.
Driving down 93, I realized once and for all, that I love the things that chafe. The things that fill me with stress so total I can’t remember when a block of it didn’t rest on top of my heart. I love what, if broken, can’t be repaired. What, if lost can’t be replaced.
I love my burdens.
I’d like to say I found a sublime beauty in it all, but I didn’t. And yet. And yet, this life we’d built filled our car
I know you. I’ve known you my whole life. I’ve been waiting. Waiting for you to make an appearance. Waiting all these years.
I knew you in the womb.