You bring up a good point. I guess just because you know doesn't mean you can heal. This morning I drove my son to school, and I was behind a car that had a liscense plate frame that said "Cinderella," and a family sticker showing each figure with mickey mouse ears. I just wish I could look at that kind of thing and not be reminded or feel like I hate Disneyland.
Do you think it's beating a dead horse to ask when it ended and why? Don't you think it might be good to know the negatives about the relationship? Heck, maybe she had gross gas or bad breath at some point. That would make me feel better. I'm sure there's something yucky or embarassing he could tell me that would make me think. "Ha! It wasn't so perfect."
There is no arriving, ever. It is all a continual becoming.
