The Metamorphosis

The Metamorphosis

While with you and experiencing your lifestyle, he was immature, undeveloped, like a caterpillar. Spending every day the same way, endlessly crawling through the dirt with other undeveloped and immature creatures like himself.  Always struggling in vain to satisfy his appetite, but never able to be fully satiated and content. Always feeling empty, always a gnawing hunger pain, always attempting to fill it with the same old unsatisfying and distasteful fare, always wondering how long this meaningless kind of life can go on.

During his time with you, while you remained in the stagnant mire, he slowly encased himself inside a chrysalis, hard and dark; surviving, but unable to truly and fully live. He blocked himself away from the painful light of day; while, at the same time, struggled to escape the snaring barrier he had built around himself.  For all intents and purposes, he was not actually with you, not actually invested in you, not actually interested in you. Instead, he was alone, suffering from a self-imposed isolation.

It is true that the bright sunlight was painful to him, but the darkness eventually became unbearable.

Changes churned from deep within; sometimes only unsettling, other times full of pain.  He finally gathered the strength to bear up and fight against the darkness, against the prison that he had created for himself.  He fought long, and he fought hard.  He winced as the bright beams of light began to shine on eyes that were for so long accustomed only to darkness.  He continued to fight against the walls that he had built around himself, tortuous walls that had held him prisoner for far too long. 

Then one miraculous day, he fully escaped those binding ties; ties that had initially promised him so much freedom but, in reality, had only trapped him in so much misery.  He emerged from that miserable prison, not as an immature and undeveloped caterpillar-like creature, but as a completely transformed being. Now, he had beautiful, fully-developed wings which could take him to heights he had never before imagined.  Now, he had no desire ever to return to his old life as that despairing, crawling creature. Now, he no longer yearned for things that offered only lonely, miserable emptiness. Now, his only desire was to fly up and up, higher and higher.  Fleeing from the filthy and life-squelching mud that he used to wallow in with you, and in which you still remain. Flying instead with his life-long, chosen, winged partner, who had been patiently and eagerly awaiting his transformation that long while. The two mature, now-beautiful creatures were finally free to fly through the world for the rest of their lives, surrounded by peace and contentment…together.

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For Everything You Have Done, I Thank You…or, A Letter to the “Other Woman”

For Everything You Have Done, I Thank You

Thank you for all you have shown him. 

Thank you for showing him such a blazing contrast to what I am and what I offer to him. 

He has seen everything that you are: nothing.  He has seen everything that you represent: emptiness. Because of you and the life you represent…a life filled with dark and meaningless emptiness, a life that can never truly fulfill…he has now come to appreciate a life which is full of wholesome light and purpose; a life that is full of meaning and that can truly satisfy; a life that I can offer to him, but that you never could. Because you have shown him these things, he has finally chosen to remove the blinders and filters from his eyes, chosen to live a better life, chosen to become a better person than he ever was before. Thank you for showing him the shallow side of life, and how easily it corrodes and erodes away. Thank you for helping him realize what is truly important in life, by showing him things that have no long-term significance in comparison.

Because he has been exposed to your instability…like the house built on sinking sand…he has a newfound appreciation for my own comforting stability…like the house built on solid rock. Thank you for helping him value my stability by showing him its opposite in yourself.

Because his eyes have witnessed the ugliness of raw conceit and self-centeredness, he can now acknowledge the true beauty of the selflessness of his wife.  The true beauty of a wife who highly values her family and has proven that she’d give of herself for its benefit. The true beauty of a wife who has no need to sing her own praises to others. The true beauty of a wife who does not feel the need to purposely draw attention to herself, because she is confident enough within herself and so has no need to pry constant attention and adulation from others in order to be happy. Thank you for showing him conceit, for he now knows that conceit does not equal self-confidence.  Thank you for showing him self-centeredness, for he now knows how desirable it is to have a wife who cares more for others than for her own self.

Because you have shown him your version of what life is…a worthless imitation of happiness filled with alcohol and filled with bars and filled with saline/silicone facades…because you have shown him this version of life, he is now able to look at me and see a wholesome genuineness; he is able to see an authentic beauty that is all-natural instead of a showy sham, a beauty unadulterated by synthetic veneers; he is able to see a contentedness from deep within me that comes from being true to myself.  These rare qualities that I possess…which he could never witness in you…these things that he now recognizes in me give him a peace and pleasure that lingers and satisfies.  These valuable qualities that I possess…which he could never witness in you…give him a satisfaction that runs fathoms deeper than what any alcohol-induced passion could ever come close to producing. Thank you for helping him appreciate the genuine, the real, the natural…everything that I am, and you are not.

Because he has wallowed with you in everything that pure love isn’t, he is now able to clearly see what pure love truly is.  Until he had lived amidst my opposite and experienced it in all its grisly and repulsive glory, how could he really understand and appreciate all the desirable traits I possess?  Sometimes, the best way to learn what something is, is to be able to experience what it isn’t.  Thank you for teaching him all about my opposite, so he is now fully able to recognize what love is by contrasting it to what love isn’t.

Thank you for all you have done for him, for me, for our marriage.  For although your every intention was to break up our family, instead you ultimately achieved the opposite.  His experience with you has given him the desire to repair our relationship with the highest quality cement…a mixture of pure love and commitment.  That mixture will strengthen our marriage-bond into a crumble-proof building with the strongest of foundations.

Thank you, because our relationship is now impervious to the storms of life.  We can now stand together, stronger as a single unit, against whatever darkness or troubles that dare to come our way.

Thank you.

Crime Scene

Your world: Filled with lush and colorful plant-life, sun and shade, songbirds filling the air with music, animals of every sort bedding down in comfort. You observe the peace-filled paradise. Each day, you awake amidst warm breezes and crystal waters. Dark, rich soil nourishes from the roots. Leaves and blossoms stretch languidly towards the warmth of the sun, perfuming the breezes with their fresh scent. With loving care, you tend to your world and every living thing within it. Whenever your thoughts roam into the future, it seems that your world could only continue growing in this way: full of harmony with the dawn of each day, full of hope as the dusk gently enfolds you.

But your world was not destined to remain so…

A predator, an inhuman monster, trespasses into your pristine paradise. His purpose is the opposite of nourishing. He does not even wish to consume the nourishment of your paradise for his own benefit. His purpose is not to consume, but to utterly destroy everything that you worked so hard to nurture. His goal is to violently uproot every seedling and disembowel every living thing that had been lovingly tended by your own hand. Every songbird that had filled your ears with music, their throats ripped out without pity. The many deer that had trusted in the promise of soft bedding for their young fawns, you discover them all mercilessly broken into unrecognizable forms. Every feathered wing of every fowl, snapped and plucked nude. Every sight confirms the revelation that your paradise has become the victim. Everywhere your eyes had been used to rest, now they shudder to witness the unspeakable crimes of the heartless monster. Your paradise, which had taken years to build, has become a bloody nightmare in a matter of moments. All that is left of your beautiful world is rot, decay, waste. No longer is the breeze perfumed with the scent of the greenery. Instead, the air hangs low with a metallic, bloody heaviness.

The monster is gone, but the consequences of his horrific actions remain. Let the clean-up of his fallout commence.

Can a new world be built where the old one once existed? Even if the paradise can be recreated, even perhaps restored to a point which far surpasses its former glory, the remembrances of the blood-soaked earth and the ravages of the monster will remain, haunting you, as a ghost.