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Ignorance is bliss. Lovecraft once said :"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents."

I was never great at putting together the pieces. And now, I wish I never had.

What was she thinking?
Josephine turned around, her far away gaze disappeared, as she probed my eyes for reassurance. "What are you thinking?", she finally asked feigning interest. The truth was she couldn't even begin to process the implications of what had just happened.
I acted like nothing had happened. She seemed to think I was oblivious. It was hard; marriage was never about charades. Then, again, I reflected; wait a minute! If I was acting like nothing had happened...perhaps her assumption about me was true- maybe I was oblivious. Surely, we don't intend to 'feign', but self protection often steps in our way. The marriage in question; waited, for time to tell. Time heals.. and, time
marches on
whether or not
we choose
to march along with her
Josephine and I immersed ourselves in our day to day activities in an attempt to ignore the elephant in the room. At the end it became unbearable and we found ourselves veering in oblique trajectories. "Do you even care what I'm thinking?" she asked one day. I thought she had no right to ask that. But, still she did. She wanted to know;
she wanted to know if he knew her, or not.
If only she knew what her incessant questioning
was doing to him. He began thinking perhaps, women
should be like children of old 'seen, but not heard.'
"Yes, dear," I said, perfunctory in my response. "I care if you want to tell me."

She took a couple of breaths. "I'm falling out of love with you."

My moment to regain her loyalty took me by surprise. If only I hadn't asked! Who would've guessed she no longer cared? was losing her affections? Could everyone else see what I was blind to? My wife of two years was bailing.
The words came out of my mouth without consulting my brain. "Were you ever in love with me?"
"Of course I was." She hugged her arms to herself, as if it were winter not summer. "Marriage is a bad way of figuring out if you could love a person forever. I know that now."
I had turned to stone. My mouth, as disconnected from the brain as ever, said, "I love you."
"I know."
She sighed. "I know."