Envy. What an interesting choice of words.

I think many would envy the relationship I had with my wife. I know I’ve had a couple of girlfriends that did. And it was a beautiful, magical life I lived. In many ways. It was a gift. And people want that sort of magic. For their whole lives.

But who would envy the end?

That which the Universe gives, the Universe can also take away. I could choose to be bitter and resentful (as both of those girlfriends turned out to be after what we had, ended). Or, I could see the end as a gift also. I have to choose the gift. To do otherwise negates all the good and destroys the future. I won’t be that person.

The next time a relationship opportunity arises, I’ll be more careful. I no more wish to break hearts than I wish to have mine broken. But it’s a risk we take in the pursuit of magic.

Every relationship ends. It‘s a gift that you don’t get to keep.

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father, motorcyclist, old retired guy who’s just a little lost on a blue marble corkscrewing its way to oblivion

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