Carrie Bradshaw said this in one of the most memorable episodes of Sex and the City, at least most memorable for me.
She had tired of being a masochist - and I guess, so have I.
The break-up has really been happening over the course of three months - A LOT of painful back and forth, each of us daring more and more invectives and each of us stretching the other beyond comfort, asking far more than we have the right to ask of any human being...much less the one we aim to share a life with.
How love - a beautiful, caring, doting, attentive, gracious love can turn so spiteful, so bitter, so sour, so fast blows my little mind.
The reality of this finality is sobering...stunning and quite frankly, long overdue...perhaps for both of us. Dare we ever settle for love? I will refrain from answering that question, as one who has recently decided she will not yet sits outside the circle of the 'coupled' - I recognize that I am not the best source of knowledge on this one.
But this I know, like I know the sun will rise tomorrow morning just like it has every morning of the last 8 months, we are, indeed, so over, we need a new word for over.
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