Sometimes Love Can Be Cruel
We all know how devoted we can be when we enter into a new relationship. We want to have our significant other love us and for things to remain peaceful and tranquil. She has now become your first priority, and everything pales next to her. You would do most anything to please her, and you spend your days doing exactly that. Until one day, you can reflect on things, and some regrets enter the picture.
This is especially true if you happen to have lived a certain way for a long time, and then get married to a woman who just does not see things in the same light as you do. She expects things from you that you never saw coming. Like parting ways with things that you once held very near and dear to your heart. She simple does not have the understanding to know what this means to you.
She is heading to your new home to get things ready, while you stay behind to clean things up and meet her there later. To have the money needed for this transition, you stay behind to do some odd jobs and haul off the trash. If you do the jobs, you will have enough to cover the move. She counted everything down to the penny.
She waves goodbye after a kiss and drives off down the road. While you load the truck, the top on a box flips open and you notice your best golf instruction book is in there. You are amazed that it ended up in the throw out box. This is the book where you learned to play golf in the first years you took up the sport. No way this could be headed for a trash dump. So you grab it out of the box, and put it in the glove box of the truck.
You know that every penny is needed. She counted everything and nothing can be left out in order to accomplish what you need to do to make this move. You begin to rationalize, how you just have to sacrifice when you get married, and she is well worth it. After all, these things were a part of your past, and you are now working on your future. She had no way of knowing how important that book was. Then suddenly, you spot something barely showing through a plastic bag. You look closer, and it is the torn leather watch your Father gave you for pitching such a good game when your little league team won the pennant.
You feel sick to your stomach. All these little parts of yourself, some not really important, but some terribly important, were about to leave for the trash heap. Now you pull out a plastic bag that is down inside the box, and you spot your old baseball glove. When you lift it from the bag, out of the thumb in the glove, falls your rhodium plated ring. It was presented to you at an honoring ceremony. They honored you for giving ten solid years of service at the local boys club working with young people in the community.
You realize you are going to be sick. You wonder if there should have been some other way. How many regrets could one person rack up in only a matter of about twenty minutes? Your mind ponders the difference between love and sacrifice, was it all worth it. She would never miss those things, but they meant very much to you. Who really loses? A huge part of your life was just about to disappear forever, and would have been on its way in about twenty minutes. Love can really be cruel sometimes.
