I remember what I told you of that photo, when I first saw you post it. My last girlfriend used to live someplace where the look outside the window was basically that.
And it killed me, inside, each and every time I came to her, or left, or looked outside the window.
Where we live has a deep effect on our soul. Is he living here because he hates himself, or does he hate himself because he's living here?
The real question to me, at this part of the story, is not why his wife married him. That's not too hard to figure out, especially if you look at my post on compersion, where I argue all love is self-love, and that self-love encompasses all love.
No, the question is why he married her. Because he doesn't love himself, and it's unclear he ever did. And if he never loved himself, why would he accept another's love for him? And that is probably yet another reason he does not want the dog to come, because he's afraid of his wife's memory of love, and of someone who might love him still, though he thinks he does not deserve it, and never had.
P.S. For our dark non-hero, "a quarry of crap" would've probably been a more apt phrasing, I think.
P.P.S. I can tell the mother is bringing the dog. To save him. Him being both dog and son in law, for her daughter's sake.
I love and am endlessly flattered that you took these things away from your reading. They have answers, but not ones to be told here ;)
Not gonna lie, would be thankful to know what you meant here, exactly :3
What did I take that is touching or flattering, in my reading? Genuine question, just to help me understand people (and you) better, and feedback, I guess.
No, the question is why he married her. Because he doesn't love himself, and it's unclear he ever did. And if he never loved himself, why would he accept another's love for him? And that is probably yet another reason he does not want the dog to come, because he's afraid of his wife's memory of love, and of someone who might love him still, though he thinks he does not deserve it, and never had.
These questions. They’re the questions I asked myself writing this, and at other times in my life which may have informed the piece 😉.
That you came away asking them as well feels like a triumph 🎉
:)