No, this post is about a quote from the Dowager Countess. It's one that hit me so hard the first time I watched it, I posted about it on Facebook.
"Hope is a tease designed to prevent us accepting reality."
"Hope is a tease designed to prevent us accepting reality."
"Hope is a tease designed to prevent us accepting reality."
Conventional wisdom says that the hole left by Doug's death will always be there, and nothing can ever replace it, but by golly... what's the "but"? The "but" is hope: hope that I'll somehow convince myself that a life without Doug's love is one I'll find worth living; hope that I'll manage to lower my expectations enough that I'll decide it's totally okay that I'm going to spend the rest of my life without true love, without emotional intimacy, without sex; hope that someday I'll be able to spend time with my favorite people - my family - without resenting their long, happy marriages like the one I'll never get to have.
Maybe for people stronger than I, all those things are possible. But for me? Not likely. I'm far too bitter about my husband dying just as we were starting to build our life together. I'm too bitter about finally finding the kind of love I dreamed of, only to lose it so quickly. I'm too bitter about all of it.
"Hope is a tease designed to prevent us accepting reality."
My reality is that I finally grabbed the brass ring, and then it was stolen from me. My reality is that my greatest happiness is gone and won't ever come back, and so I know with absolute certainty that my best and happiest days are behind me. My reality is that my remaining time here will be, at best, just killing time, because happiness is no longer an option. My reality is that I'm alone, in a house I no longer want, with no future to speak of. My reality is debating with myself whether I should exercise because it's likely to help with my sleep issues, or whether I should instead resist exercise because exercise would also extend my "life" and who the hell in their right mind would want more of this?
"Hope is a tease designed to prevent us accepting reality."
The Dowager Countess was right: hope is a tease designed to prevent us accepting reality. And that, at least, is one problem I don't have: I know what my reality is. My challenges are first, that no one wants to believe that I know my reality; and second, that I don't want this life, I can't have the life I DO want, and so I have to navigate my remaining days on this rock knowing that it's never going to get better than this.
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