She asked me if I was happy.
My lovely wife asked me if I was happy.
– What was your answer?
I said: “I didn’t get married to end up divorced.”
We’re not officially divorced. This is why I didn’t write “ex-” in front of the word “wife.” She’s my wife. But it’s just like if we were divorced. I know how it feels to be divorced because I used to be. Before I met her. Now my second marriage has gone down the drain also.
Tabarnak <— This is a swear word. In the culture I was born into, this is what one says when one is pissed. It’s the word I never dared to say when I was young because my parents would have killed me. Good little Catholic boys NEVER say that word.
Tabarnak. Now I say it. I am pissed. But I don’t know who to blame. Me? Her? Life? God? The Universe? Nobody. No one. This is just how life goes. Life sucks. You build, you build, you hope, you hope, you believe, you trust, then everything crumbles.
Bravo, Life! Clap-clap, I applaud. “Trust the Lord,” they say. Yeah… Right… Sure… I trusted. “Love conquers all!” Bullshit. Caca. Love is a deception. Love is the sneakiest Deceptress of all time. Love has screwed up more people than mass media and the Catholic Church combined.
And now she asks me if I’m happy.
I thought she was joking.
I looked at her.
She was serious.
She is nuts.
Yes, I am happy that I have left you. Now if you could just disappear and stop reminding me of my past, maybe I could concentrate on my future. And guess what? I hope to fall in love again. Because I’m crazy. Just like this life and you.