In light of the Oscars this last week, whether or not you ogle the gowns or sigh at the trying to be funny but not funny moments, the commentary from celebrities on why they enjoy or what they think makes a great movie was interesting. There was a thread that focused on the truth. The truth of the characters and staying true to the story. So here is my “you can’t handle the truth” I suck as a person moment. I guess I am not as strong or together as I thought now that my life has changed so drastically and the end is in sight. I moved to another state, found a new home, enlivened old friendships, found new friends, new bed, new underwear, new yoga studio and landed a new dream job. After the twitter incident, I haven’t been back to view their feed, yet my mind is still overwhelmed by the normalcy of their lives. The truth is there is no justice and it is not the American way. I grew up with the movies where the underdog prevails and the hero overcomes the villain and we all know “don’t mess with the bull, young man, you’ll get the horns”. As the end draws near, the lack of karma, them being struck by lightening, or better yet a horn, is beyond maddening. Here is the truth of my character, with this provoked frustration; I decided to Google her family. Go ahead gasp or if it was the movies you’d her the famous don don don. I know, I know why am I wasting my time, what do I care, really it took just a few moments on the “world wide interweb”. In contacting them I could warn them of this wicked character before he penetrates their family and creates another wave of emotional brutality. I wish so badly someone would have warned me about him, although “life is like a box of chocolates you never know what you’re going to get”. (Okay cheesy but it goes well with the movie theme.) If I write to her family they would know his true nature and hopefully encourage their daughter to terminate their relationship. Ultimately hurting him, as she is the only thing he has, “sometimes being a bitch is all a woman has to hold on too”. Hurting him won’t make a difference in my life. A deep breath, a sigh, some great friends and a little Wooderson “you just gotta keep livin’ man, L-I-V-I-N”. The truth and reality in this movie ending, I didn’t send anything to her family and they are riding off into the sunset. There isn’t an underdog or hero in infidelity, it is a sad part of Americana but not the one I grew up with. What is real is that I yet again find myself out of character to be someone I am not and once more disgracefully sharing the truth of my awful and weak moments in this story. I bent trying to save my marriage and bent just a little trying to selfishly enact justice. “There are two types of people in this world: those who like Neil Diamond, and those who don’t”. When faced with the pain and hurt of betrayal and divorce it’s always good to remind yourself, who you are.
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