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Can this marriage be saved?

a letter to me from someone I used to know

Click on the letter to read what he wrote to me. I don’t remember what I wrote back, but I probably didn’t say, “Are you crazy?” Why did he feel he had to marry her? Are they still married today?

They bought a house and had a couple kids. That’s all I know since he doesn’t write anymore.

Why did you choose this writing path? What would’ve happened if you hadn’t chosen it? Could there have been something better?

And would your friends tell you if you were making a mistake? Would they be right?

Have you made good steps?

13 thoughts on “Can this marriage be saved?

  1. He chose neglect over loneliness, and God help me, I don’t see a huge difference. That letter just makes me want to weep.

    I’d rather be lonely than abused.

  2. It’s lonelier being in that kind of marriage than being alone. Too bad people can’t see that pre-commitment.

    Looking back, I can see I started pursuing a career in writing as a way to anchor myself in the world. To have something of my own, something I control. I laugh at that now, because of course, because publishing is the most nebulous, unpredictable, uncontrollable industry I could have chosen. But the writing still anchors me.

  3. Ye gods, that’s pathetic. I hope this poor fellow became a bit more confident and realised he didn’t deserve to be a doormat (and that you have to lie down to be one.) Very sad.

  4. I am DYING to read the letter but can’t on the cellphone, and of course there’s the usual work blockade of WordPress blogs, and (also of course) I keep forgetting to just, like, look at it at home. 🙂 Anyhow, to the real questions:

    No one ever tried to argue me off the writing path. But maybe that’s just because everyone who might have done so had probably, at some point, told me I should be. Writer. They’d effectively pre-empted themselves, ha.

    So is it a good path to be on? Really? No idea. I do know that if I wander too far from it, for too long, I get real antsy. I don’t feel compelled to write; I feel compelled to avoid paths that take me away from writing for too long. (Not quite the same thing, to me.)

    And now, it feels like there’s no going back. Here I am, success or failure, even if I write nothing but drafts and blog posts (and, ha!, also long-winded comments) from here on.

    • Damn you smartphone! How smart can the thing really be if it can’t handle a letter. Not pixelated enough for it? Some sort of tech-hatred for paper? Read the letter when you can–I’ve been looking forward to your response.

      Is there a right path? There are so many paths–who can say which is the right one? It is right enough for me, and a little late to turn back since I’ve got no pension plan and am too old to start working in the mailroom of a Fortune 500 company.

  5. That is SOME letter. I’m reluctant to say too much about it, because I can totally see how he could have come to such a pass. People don’t need any particular motivation for self-destructive behavior, after all. But if they have motivation, wow… And loneliness, or just the fear of it, can be a really powerful motivator.

    All that said, I hope he worked it out to his satisfaction (although I don’t see how it could end up satisfying all around).

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