Till Death Do Us Part.

I would like to share something deep today. As I was taking a dump (with a reading material of course), I came across this intriguing article about the four letter word, LOVE. This article was written 2 years ago by a guest writer for FACES magazine, issue May 2003, Sulin C. It was entitled Till Death Do Us Part. It was based on her own personal experience. The whole story begins when her close friend plunged to her death from her apartment window. Whether she had taken her own life, been coerced into it by her boyfriend with whom she had been arguing prior to that according to the neigbours' accounts, or whether she had been pushed, god knows. The whole thing was clouded with uncertainty. Police investigations have ceased due to family discretion. More importantly, the boyfriend, the common friend of the writer's friend clammed up and gave nothing credible out of him since.

So months went by and life goes on. Slowly things are subsiding into silence. Yet wat was certain to anyone who knew them was that her death had something to do with each other. They had both expressed unhappiness in their relationship and there was that element of twistedness there that didn't seem present in any other parts of their lives. I've also had other friends whose relationships have culminated in one part of them running out of a moving car ( ehem, ehemm, you know who you are!), punching and slapping each other in public or both being on the verge of mutual demolition...well actually one. Anyhoo, such all-consuming anguish and despair creates a sort of hell for each other that I've not seen in lifelong vendettas, family feuds or anything for that matter... Is it because we place too much emphasis on relationships that, as Carrie Bradshaw says in Sex and the City, have become our modern religion? (well that's gay of me to be quoting Sarah J Parker.) Is it the myth of love that prescribes submission to a state of being that is all-providing and all-consuming? You would think that the only common sense and right thing to do in a destructive relationship is to leave. BUt many also believe in the redeeming power of love, as more evident in children's legend Beauty and the Beast. Beast is flawed and it is only the power of Belle's love, signified by the rose that wilts until consummation, that he is saved and turned human. I used to believe so untill shit happened. I guess I'm just doomed to a life of solitude. Sigh...What do u think?