Don't You Realise the Things We Did, We Did, Were All for Real?
Musings After Coffee I had a thought for no one's but your ears: That you were beautiful, and that I strove To love you in the old high way of love; That it had all seemed happy, and yet we'd grown As weary-hearted as that hollow moon. -William Butler Yeats, from Adam's Curse Satan Touching Job with Boils Wm. Blake What is true, what is real is that we stopped working. Looking back, I remember when the fighting stopped. I was relieved. Does this mean that I had already given up? I hadn't been intentionally creating conflict. I was relieved when she was with her friends, it meant one less point of contact in which fighting might occur. But no, we were getting along better before D day. I was convinced. My children would say the same. We had traveled through Europe in 2018 happy as larks--okay with the exception of our anniversary date, when we had a row in front of the kids. I am as blind as a drunk with his hat over his eyes. Yes, even now. I have no idea how I...