I do. Really?

It's an all too familiar tale - married man/woman meets available woman/man (not necessarily single); she's digging him, he's digging her - they are physically attracted to each other and willing to kiss and don't tell (at least so they say - we know better). He/she will say one of three things;  he/she is happily married (that does not equate to I don't want to fuck you; neither is his desire to fuck her an indictment on his wife's sexual prowess - it's simply an indication of him using his other head to think, which of course it was not designed to do); he is unhappily married (some times that is a lie, but it may result in her letting her guard down a bit); or he will say nothing about it (yep, he'll pretend that the band is merely jewelry - or he will out right lie and say he is not married - or he might just not be wearing his band). For her part she might give a sympathetic ear or tune out the rhetoric and keep her eyes on the "prize" - it doesn't really matter, she already knows what she wants, so happily married, unhappily married or in denial, she will still let him "tap that".

Now what was suppose to be a passing tryst, a fling, has mushroomed into a "relationship" - with just as much if not more drawbacks, complications and frustrations. What the fuck happened? That question won't be answered until later - through therapy (be it a professional psychiatrist, trusted friend(s), the bottom of a bottle, or some other creative means). The question like the answer does not come till later; because for right now - you're almost as happy if not happier than a pig in mud.

But then the inevitable happens...it ends, however it ends (details not required), it ends. Things are said in anger, in hurt, disappointment - promises are made (they are comforting to fools and people hopelessly in love - but sometimes said with venom and cuts worse than a knife). And the fable continues, new chapter same story, minor variations in the characters, fables, tales, stories, like everything else must end. The book may be closed and a new one picked up. Will it be better than the last? Better must come they say - but how long will better take to come? Are you willing to find out, or will you work with what you have? When better can't be done worse must continue. Really?

This story told by many men and women repeatedly is evidence that the insane are committed.Unfortunately or fortunately there are more committed people roaming the streets than the halls of the mental institution.