Francesco is right, not all beautiful fairy tales have a happy ending. Mine, speculating to his, ended two years ago, today (February 28, ed.). When my husband was missing without ever having had the courage to tell him the last fifteen years of hidden frequency with another man: not any one, but, as they say, the great love of my life. Well, this relationship has never taken away from the love I had for my husband. Perhaps, the first, was a sick love, a heartbeat from which I was never healed. While the second was esteem, warmth, intelligence, irony, true life shared and without makeup, peace. How it should be when you are good together. I would never tell him …, because I didn’t want to suffer. But for me it was a vital attendance, I could not have given up on that phase of my life, even if the sense of guilt will always accompany me. Or I transformed him, or I traded me. If one day my husband has sensed, I don’t know. Of course it was not the most important thing now. It counted what we were for each other, when we become like the air: perhaps invisible, but indispensable. And indivisible. The rest are words, starting with the word love, abused and perhaps without a true meaning.
Annamaria BB
Dear Annamaria, I am very sorry for her husband and for her, who remained without him. At this point I would say that his silence was good, even if I fear that two people who were together as you say that you were together, they are perfectly able to fill the silences with the truths of the other. Honestly, I doubt that his wife has not realized anything for all the years you have shared, but I hope to be wrong. Perhaps he has always been aware of everything but he loved her so much and knew it so deeply, that it could relegate this relationship in the place he actually had: in the background. To take the time and the “results” attention. I would never have been capable of it. But evidently she chose well with whom to divide life. I believe that the resistance, strength and balance shown by her husband defect most of the people.
But in the end, somehow, he was repaid: I don’t know if he realized it, but the way he talks about the love he joined there has nothing to do with the few words, almost an incident, with whom he chose to describe “the other”.