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But we wouldn’t. Not because we both wouldn’t want to, but because it would be stupid. One of us had to remember that. If he wouldn’t, I would. I owed him at least that much.
Thank you for sharing this gift.
This is a gem, Midge. Thank you.
Wow… Not the ending I expected.
Plenty of lessons here and so well written.
Thanks for this window into your life Midge!
Ships in the night, but passed very close. Beautiful!
Thank you.
Wow. I was going to try to quote a few of my favorite lines . . . and realized it’d require a higher membership category. Wow.
I’ve posted this before, but it seems especially apropos:
Each verse is about a different woman in Kerry Livgren’s life. The third, of course, is his wife.
I’m glad you and your friend had the good sense to avoid likely romantic shipwreck. I’m sorry the closeness has faded. I’m glad it’s to make space for something healthy and enduring.
One of the greatest posts I’ve ever seen on Ricochet, just amazing. Thanks, Midge. You have a truly unique gift.
Also thanks.
I had a girl friend when I was 15. I went away to prep school and she went to away to reform school. Besides a brief encounter a few years later , I didn’t hear from her for 50 years. With the advent of the internet she tracked me down. Her and her husband have come to visit us three years in a row for a week at a time. Her and her husband have prayed for me every night since 1967. The whole story deserves a post of its own someday.It is quite amazing.
PHCheese, you said it, it does deserve its own post. It sounds inspiring already.
Although I have to mischievously admit that it did bring to mind a Reader’s Digest joke, vintage circa 1962, when actress Elizabeth Taylor’s scandalous marriage break-ups were much in the news: “My pastor told us we should pray for Liz Taylor. I pray for her every night, but I never get her”.
Phenomenal.
I think of every person I’ve encountered on Ricochet yours are the comments and posts I’m most inclined to either like or agree with.
This truly is wonderful. I’d say it’s sad, but things obviously worked out well for both of you.
Christians make a habit of studying at the school of Christ’s total sacrifice in order to learn what love is, but none of us is Jesus. Jesus had an advantage over mere mortals, also being God. We haven’t got God’s reserves. Even when we fervently desire to be mere conduits of God’s infinite love, we’re leaky pipes. Our plumbing is, quite frankly, a bit on the moronic side. Call it a consequence of the Fall.
Profound and beautiful.
MFR,
It’s a slow Sunday afternoon, because I’m feeling too lazy to do anything but read…and not wanting to read anything too demanding.
I’m so glad I was pulled in by your title. This is a lovely, lovely post. Thank you.
It is perhaps not as sad as it seems.
I used to think the poem I quoted was profoundly sad. And alienating. This was before I even met my friend. What if we are just islands surrounded by the “unplumb’d, salt, estranging sea”? What must it be like to feel that once “we were / Parts of a single continent”?
Well, now I know. It turns out it’s not so bad, after all. Yes, it is a little sad, but not in the what-if sense. Other old friends of his, friends he did not agree to an option on a mutually-arranged marriage with, also feel the same sadness – family life appears to take up his energy to an extraordinary extent, even when compared to other family-oriented people. But if that’s what keeps him happy and on an even keel, we can’t be too sad: after all, none of us succeeded in keeping him on an even keel like that.
Is the separation of South America and Africa tragic, just because both continents bear the marks of where they once joined? Should we bewail the existence of the Atlantic, a perfectly fine ocean?
Midget Faded Rattlesnake
The word I want to use is wistful. Some things don’t work out like the movies. This is your unique story, but that aspect is universal. I’ll bet you’ve made a bunch of us think about people from our own lives.
Great job, Midge.
Lovely writing, Midge. I often get fed up with the “Live fearless/just do it” mantra that gets pounded into us from all angles. You can look fondly on the road not taken, and take wisdom from that as well.
I have an ex-girlfriend I think of the same way. That ride you described reminded me of the time we nearly eloped.
We had been friends, then became lovers…lovers with great chemistry. The problem is that our chemistry is that of sodium and water. Or we’re a Teller-Ulam design. Even my eventual amends and our reconciliation was a fraught and explosive process. I can barely talk to her without getting angry.
We are, however, still married to our one, and only, spouses.
Wonderful story, and so well written. I loved that part about the “leaky pipes” too. :) Thank you for sharing.
Well done, thank you Midge. A beautiful insight into your soul and a lovely crafted piece of writing.
Funny you say this. I recently chose to end what I thought had been a good friendship of over six years that ultimately resulted in two very good public presentations together, because I came to a shocking realization: we don’t like each other. We like the idea of each other. But the primarily remote, electronic, shared-work-interests-driven relationship wound up on critical life support after a couple of rounds of us angering and hurting each other, and I finally woke up one day and said: this isn’t how friends act toward each other, and pulled the plug.
Midge’s writing here affected me—hard—because she looked squarely at a compelling feeling, said “that’s a dangerous illusion,” and walked away, when I’d just done the same thing. I don’t think our culture has a lot of good tools for avoiding or identifying these illusions. So no wonder Midge’s story is so powerful (I mean in addition to her writing skill, vulnerability, and honesty).
In our case, we didn’t even know whether the compelling feelings were illusory. Quite possibly, they were not. Nonetheless, pursuing them could have led to a world of hurt, which, under the circumstances, would have been a most unloving thing to do to each other.
Conservatives like to talk about the virtues of emotional restraint, but how can we figure out what emotional restraint entails without some acknowledgement of the emotions that emotional restraint can be called upon to restrain?
After all, restraint doesn’t mean “not feeling”, it means “feeling, but containing oneself anyhow”. Perhaps stories about what that looks like in real life deserve to be told more often.
Yes. Midge’s post got me right in the gut. Love and friendship is sustained by illusion. We overlook warts and slights until something breaks that spell.
Well said, and strictly speaking, I’m sure similar observations could be made about the circumstances I’m referring to. We can always debate why we seem to end up locked in mutual anger/hurt cycles; we can always question why they—or we—aren’t being as charitable, as forgiving, as people who are close are supposed to be. “I guess we’re not really friends” may be the cynical veneer on cowardly giving up.
Or it could simply be finally acknowledging reality. The risks inherent in finding out “for sure” (whatever that’s supposed to mean when human emotions are involved) are categorically not worth it. This finishes the issue, very much in the “Arrakis teaches the attitude of the knife” sense.
This is also lovely, and feels true. Do you think we convince ourselves to think this, or that it really is true? Sometimes I do wonder about that road not taken. I am happy to be sure, and lucky to boot. A part of me still always will have in the back of my mind what could have been. I don’t imagine it would be better, but only having one life to live almost makes one wish to believe in future lives.