I’ve been hearing sooooooooooo many depressing stories lately about people who’ve spent their lives ignoring the fact that the person they love most in the world never felt the same way about them. Even worse, some people were blissfully unaware that their marriages were a farce until their other half revealed that they wanted a divorce because they had finally found love (yes, you read that right). How do you raise a family with someone then tell them to their face that you never loved them?? And mean it too! That right there is some soul crushing voodoo.
Times like these, I can’t say that I’m terribly unhappy that I’ve been unlucky in love. Given my penchant for flying off the handle and my abhorrence of injustice, I’m not sure what I would do if after years and years the love of my life flippantly acknowledged that I was a nothing but an acquisition, or part of a cover-up, or something with which to pass the time.
It is unforgiveable to not even like the person who shares your bed enough to respect them as a human being with feelings. It’s not nice to use and mistreat people especially when those people genuinely love you with everything they have and do all that they can to make you happy.
When I think of the many creative ways that I’d like to dole out justice in such situations, I find that believing extra hard in Karma helps. We get what we give. So, if for no other reason, give what you’d like to get. You don’t even have to think about the other person if you don’t want to. Be the selfish creature you are and just think about how you wouldn’t like what you’re doing to be done to you. It’s not The Golden Rule for nothing.
Remember what happened to Beni: