Breaking Up With Destiny
By
Nicholas Feldman
By
Nicholas Feldman
It started the way any old relationship would, the attraction, the wanting to do things together, and feeling passion. This went on for a few years with many twists and turns, and upside downs. Then, one day I had an epiphany.
Destiny wasn’t who I thought she was. The activities that Destiny and I used to find cool were no longer. Destiny wanted the world to show her the way, and protect her from the harsh realities. I see these realities every day in my business, and in life. They are the fights that make people real. Of course all of these events crescendo with a doll that almost resembles some sort of mythical character pulling two people together, hearing it all, and now becoming a grumpy old man with nothing to do but sleep all day and listen to Destiny. The creature is tired of being the silent shrink, and doesn’t want to hear about any more busy talk, or BS.
When I came home and I looked at Destiny one day, I thought I wanted to marry Destiny. Then just some time ago, I walked in the door and it was quite different. I am a power monger hungry for nothing but success, and a comfortable lifestyle. This is the opposite of Destiny.
Destiny is a very happy-go-lucky, non confrontational artist who wants to teach children, and doesn’t care at all about money. Our friends who were there all disappeared years ago. New friends were hard to acquire, and the TV show Friends did not make up for it. When I get angry, I yell and scream. When Destiny yells and screams, it turns into loud childlike wails that only a pedophile might enjoy. Destiny used to get into it and really focus all their attention on the wailing. I really could care less, and would much rather have a more practical conversation.
It would be neglectful of me not to mention the fact that both of us have physical disabilities and a case of identity theft brought on a lot of our final arguments. These arguments had a lot to do with people who helped us out in our daily lives.
Destiny and I both have Cerebral Palsy: a neurological condition that affects speech, motor control of the limbs, and can cause mental retardation, deafness and blindness. Neither of our mental faculties are affected by our physical disabilities. Destiny uses a power wheelchair, and a synthesized voice, with some use of her arms and legs. The person reading this should also know that I require significantly more care than Destiny. We are now just the so-called “roommates,” both trying to find our way out of this. It has been six years, with no regrets, but lots of changes. I get more reflective than I do sad. That’s just how I am. I think to myself that no arguments are necessary, no words can be said, and it’s just time to move on…
3 comments:
Nicley said Nick. I too went through the same situation two years back. I still think of her daily but would never return to her arms.
Life is a learning opportunity with which it is all too easy to let go by without experiencing it.
Good luck to you my friend.
Mark Fountaine
thanks man, i dont know what to say.
It's a sad story. All too true and too common in the reality of this life.
I understand your whys. But still, even as your reasoning makes perfect sense, I am left with an undefinable sorrow because I like you both so very much.
I will stop crying now....Rascal.
Love
SophieD
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