Sometimes relationships, like things, break beyond repair. I asked for a sign, and a favored cup that I cherish and drink from daily slipped from my grasp and as if in slow motion, it fell, shattered and strew itself across the floor.
My answer was simple. Yes, it is broken beyond
repair. Sweep up the shards and toss them out with all the other refuse
of living. Move on, find a new one. This life’s too brief to mourn
what was, and miss what is yet to be. I’m moving on, looking forward
It was a sad realization, but a necessary step in my
evolution. A shattered relationship, like the shattered cup needs be
discarded. Like Humpty Dumpty, not all the kings men…, nor I, with any
amount of glue or care, can put it back together again.