I Have a Broken Heart
It All Comes Down To This....... I devoted this weekend to grieve over my lost love. More like the loss of something I don't think was even there to begin with. As some of you have seen, I posted an album with a few pictures of the ex and myself looking very happy and hopeful that we would stay together for eternity. I came to the conclusion how God might have given me this recurring dream of Disney World to prepare me for this. So waking from the ten-year-old delusion to which I subscribed covers me with a cloak of sadness that no one can remove.
A few months ago I came across a document I prepared that enumerates my personal grievances against the ex and why I left her in the first place. A few months ago I filed it away and forgot about it. While looking through old papers, I found it. It reminded me of who I'm up against and it made me wonder. Why I should be grieving over the end of a relationship with such an abusive person? It was almost like a comedy at the end of a end of tragic film festival.
High school English educated me on the customs of ancient Greeks. They would, in their amphitheaters, act out the tragedies of Sophocles, Euripides, and other playwrights. Most don't translate over to modern English too well. We were forced to read Antigone and all I could think about was how hot my 10th grade English teacher was. (And she was absolutely smoking hot!) Albeit these plays translate poorly into our culture, the Greeks understood that the tragedies bring out the negative emotions in those in attendance. This was known as catharsis. The Greeks would watch the plays, and grieve for the characters that wound up getting screwed in the end. The viewere would weep and cry and wail. And they would get it all out of their systems.
(N.B. The only other time I felt this was watching "Schindler's List." I remember the little girl in the purple coat. And that absolutely broke my heart. That was the only movie that ever drove me to feel such grief. The mere thought of that movie brings tears to my eyes.)
At the end of their drama festival(?) They would have put on comedy where, albeit the attendees might have felt overwhelming grief over the characters, they would leave on a happy note. The rediscovery of my list of grievances brings me to that. I dedicated this whole weekend to grieving my loss, not knowing how long I would the grieving would last.
"...weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning." (Psalm 30:5b)
I guess it had to end. It ended this morning when I found my list of grievances. And I guess I had to laugh a little. And I had to remember why I took action upon my decision to call it quits.
A few months ago I came across a document I prepared that enumerates my personal grievances against the ex and why I left her in the first place. A few months ago I filed it away and forgot about it. While looking through old papers, I found it. It reminded me of who I'm up against and it made me wonder. Why I should be grieving over the end of a relationship with such an abusive person? It was almost like a comedy at the end of a end of tragic film festival.
High school English educated me on the customs of ancient Greeks. They would, in their amphitheaters, act out the tragedies of Sophocles, Euripides, and other playwrights. Most don't translate over to modern English too well. We were forced to read Antigone and all I could think about was how hot my 10th grade English teacher was. (And she was absolutely smoking hot!) Albeit these plays translate poorly into our culture, the Greeks understood that the tragedies bring out the negative emotions in those in attendance. This was known as catharsis. The Greeks would watch the plays, and grieve for the characters that wound up getting screwed in the end. The viewere would weep and cry and wail. And they would get it all out of their systems.
(N.B. The only other time I felt this was watching "Schindler's List." I remember the little girl in the purple coat. And that absolutely broke my heart. That was the only movie that ever drove me to feel such grief. The mere thought of that movie brings tears to my eyes.)
At the end of their drama festival(?) They would have put on comedy where, albeit the attendees might have felt overwhelming grief over the characters, they would leave on a happy note. The rediscovery of my list of grievances brings me to that. I dedicated this whole weekend to grieving my loss, not knowing how long I would the grieving would last.
"...weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning." (Psalm 30:5b)
I guess it had to end. It ended this morning when I found my list of grievances. And I guess I had to laugh a little. And I had to remember why I took action upon my decision to call it quits.
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