There isn’t anything funny about a relationship ending. Any relationship.
It’s fine to say it wasn’t going to last or there was too much against them . It’s tragic to know that others were involved. Another lover. A family member. Their children.
None of it is funny because tears are shed and hearts are broken. The once bowed rainbow is cracked and falling to the ground. It bleeds the memories of what kept it together to begin with. There is no treasure at the end. Not yet anyway.
I’m watching a relationship move into the nether. It sits and burns at every angle. No one is safe. Everyone is harmed and hurt. Not enough words were said. Not enough volume in the voices to be heard.
Being on the benches as this event unfolds is like being encased in glass. I want to scream, slap and hit and it’s not my fight. These are two friends, two people I hold dear. Members of a extended family without the messiness of common blood.
I feel as though I’m moving through their turmoil in a parallel state. They are untouchable. It’s not my place.
All I can do is write. Write and feel pain for them. Hope for them to move past this place to one where those involved, their children, can heal. These wounds will scar over, I know that. They know that. But this place now is still burning in the nether.
The fighting is done. It’s time to just escape and be free.