Why did they fail?
Matthew Ryan Fischer
I remember
watching Ethan and Amy on the dancefloor. If that was the only moment I had
ever seen, I would have sworn they were old lovers, old friends, and they type
of couple that was going to make it last. I never would have bet on seeing them
an hour later on opposite street corners yelling at each other and actively
trying to ruin each other’s happiness. Such is life. You can’t predict or
control those types of things. The fact is, I had seen many other moments in
their relationship, and while they often seemed like a decent enough couple,
they certainly weren’t perfect and certainly had their work cut out for them. You
either put the work in, or you don’t. It’s either enough, or it isn’t. What else
was there to say?
My friend
Max recently got divorced. I’m pretty sure he cheated on his wife. I don’t know
that. But I do think he’s the sort of guy who would do it, and that she was the
sort to not put up with it. Max was lucky, but he never felt lucky. He always
had something left to prove. To himself, to others, to the ghosts of dead
parents. If you never feel like enough, you’ll keep looking for anything to
make you feel it even for a moment. If you hate yourself, it doesn’t matter if
there’s a lovely woman at home, some part of you will wonder why she’s there.
And some other part of you will want to blow it up to prove that you were justified
in hating yourself. Or maybe he was just opportunistic and short sighted and overestimated
his ability to lie to his wife. You can’t be too sure of these things.
The two
most boring people I know are happily married and have two children with a third
on the way. I often wonder if they seem boring to each other. Do they know? Is
that their secret to staying together? Or are they both really excited by the
other one and feel they each won the love lottery? If you like mundane small
talk and avoid deep thoughts, then you probably enjoy those same
characteristics in another. I would go insane. But I expect better
conversation.
I wonder
what, if anything, I’ve learned by overanalyzing the relationships of the
people I know. On some level all good relationships have similarities – communication,
attraction, similar goals, personalities, etc. And on some level, everyone is
too much an individual that no amount of analysis can predict what element will
guarantee happiness together. But still I wonder, what am I missing. What am I
not seeing or doing or learning?
I miss my
wife. I’m not sure which one I mean when I say that. The first one I married,
the one I purposed to but didn’t wed, or the one that I imagine in my head? I
miss them all for different reasons, just as I can miss some vague memory or
some element of any woman I’ve been on a date with. But I miss my wife in that
way that the songs or movies or ancient poems talk about.
Still, I’m
lonely. I wonder which ones still think of me. Or the me they imagine I was or
could have been. Maybe they’d be surprised to see what I’ve become. Or disappointed.
My imagination of them is probably better than the real thing too. I still think
about calling or reaching out to some of them. Just to pretend for a moment
that things could have been. As if perfection existed somewhere out there.
There was
some song I heard about Zeus striking mankind with lightning to split soulmates
in half so we all wander the earth lonely and looking. I don’t know my Greek mythology
well enough to know if that’s a real legend or if the songwriter just made that
up. I like that idea though. We all have someone out there, waiting, if only we
can find them.
Actually,
that’s a terrible horrible idea. We all have to suffer and search. With no
guarantee we’ll ever find them. Maybe someone gets a happy ending. Maybe
someone finds a soulmate. But what are the odds you’d really ever find your
separated half? What a sad depressing world view that we should all suffer in misery
because some asshole god felt like torturing humans.
Fuck that
song.
Still
though, I’m no closer to figuring it out, and I’m still lonely.
If only
there actually were some formula.
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