In There Somewhere Is Self-Forgiveness
May 1, 2012 § 2 Comments
Herself wasn’t what I had hoped, whatever that was. Hope jumped into the confusion and marshalled the minions to subdue reality while my mind replaced it. I wanted someone to care about me. She was not that someone, though I would not let myself believe it, as if she were my last hope, the last woman in the kingdom on whose foot to try the glass slipper. But I was a beastly prince. I had never invested so much of myself in another and never been returned a bigger fool. I couldn’t imagine a greater unfairness. I determined to exact justice from her and made myself the bigger fool and the most beastly prince until she left me with no one to hang my delusions upon. Sifting through them as through Charles Foster Kane’s treasures is a penance but moreso a responsibility–to myself if not to her. In there somewhere is self-forgiveness.
i liked it all until the last couple lines when you said you made yourself “the bigger fool”…i can definitely relate to the beginning though: “I wanted someone to care about me. She was not that someone…” this is really well written, by the way. thanks for sharing.
I had vague reservation about that “bigger fool” line, too, but not enough to excise it. I’m glad you liked it, though. Thanks.