Years ago, old country gentlemen with a farm had told me casually one day he’d shot and killed one of his dogs. Why, I asked? The dog it seems had started to get into the chicken coop and eat chickens. He explained to me that once a dog got the taste for chicken, the dog would always want to kill chickens. The parallels to my current life are telling.
Yesterday, while I was out, my wife went into my office, into my laptop case and deep into a side pocket to dig out my recent HIV test results. Coming home, she was in tears, why did I go for testing? Because. Because why? Because I’m a no good, cheating, cock sucking MOFU. How’s that? What can you say to that now?
Well the tears flowed. I try and be sympathetic. But facts are facts and arguing with them doesn’t even make for interesting conversation. I think for the first time, she realizes, it’s over. I’m not sure the healing process has begun but we’re clearly moving to another phase.