Just adding this so I don't lose it. It's an image that came to me years ago when I was coming out of a severe depression and where I found myself. It's updated to where I am now.
*hugs*
I have an image about spouses who leave. They are found swimming in a warm pool, luxuriating in the silkiness. They swim with their eyes closed and olfactory senses off. What was in their life is nothing compared to what they have now.
Unfortunately a time comes when the nose starts working and the eyes open. That soft hum becomes the buzzing of flies, the warmth is shocking, the scent is of decay. The pool is no longer idyllic. It's a cesspool. The warmth comes from a vile source, the stench starts to define what is real versus imagined.
But.. nothing is as bad as the hell they left, or so they say.
Oddly enough, the ones who are left behind can find themselves in the same scenario wondering why they never realized what that pool really was.
Maybe that's what happens when couples become individuals who are married to each other and choose to survive their relationship. Wouldn't it be wonderful if marriages had regular cleanings like septic tanks?
