Are you one of THOSE people? You know the ones who always think that the grass is greener in someone else's yard? The one who thinks that the woman you're cheating WITH is fucking AMAZING. Little do you know, or care, that her EX-husband cheated on HER last year. (Hence, the EX part.) So see, he thought that she was a piece of shit. Not worth his time or respect. Do you think that the woman you're cheating on is boring and dull and fat and unattractive? Well, guess what Buddy-boy. . .every time THAT woman leaves the house, someone's sniffing around her, too. Someone ELSE thinks that SHE'S "fucking AMAZING".
Why is it that we can't see what we have in our own back yard? Why is it that we think that a "change of geography" is all we need to be "truly happy". I mean, come on. Do you honestly think that if you "hook up" with this person or that person, everything will "magically be all better". Don't you think that that guy who's cheating WITH YOU, has a woman at home who loves him with all of her heart? That she's waiting for him to come home and love her the way that she loves him? Don't you think that someone else cast that woman aside for a reason? Nobody's "perfect". No one comes without "baggage".
If you were so damn worried about the "grass being greener" then why the hell didn't you water your own a bit? I mean, seriously. Do you REALLY think that, you're just gonna waltz off into the sunset with Ms. Right (more like Ms. Right Now. . .) and she's going to KEEP YOUR GRASS FOR YOU? Ummm. No. Perhaps, you should cultivate your own lawn. Maybe give what you've already got some TLC. Water it. Love it. Pay attention to it. See if it greens up some. You can't shit in your own yard for, oh say. . .sixteen years. . .and expect it to smell like roses and sunshine! You can't leave the yard to it's own devices and then wonder why it's full of weeds, my friend.
Granted, it does take TWO to keep the grass watered, weeded and well maintained. However, you can NOT depend on the other person to do ALL the yard work and then expect them to ALSO be the cook, babysitter, house keeper, chauffeur, accountant, all around problem solver and. . .ah-hum. . .shall we say "love maker". Once exhaustion has set in, and believe me IT DOES. . your partner WILL let things slip. They won't water the grass every day, or even every OTHER day. Something's gotta give! Perhaps, instead of being "so pissed off" that your lawn looks like shit. . ..maybe, just fucking MAYBE. . .YOU SHOULD TRY TO WATER THAT SHIT YOURSELF!!!!! Maybe, you could pull a weed or two? Maybe you could fertilize it. And I mean with something other than your bullshit. I mean. . .something that will nurture it and help it grow.
People are too quick to "hop the fence" and see what that yard next door looks like. Now, I'm not saying that you should stay no matter what. Abuse is unacceptable. But, abuse comes in all shapes and sizes. At what point does neglect become abuse? It's a fine line isn't it? We wouldn't be okay with someone NOT FEEDING THE DOG in the yard. Oh no. . .we'd report them and MAKE them feed that poor, poor creature. When is it too late to save the grass? When is it "acceptable" to just till it under and start over? When should you just up and move plots? How do you decide WHAT to do with it? I think that first, you need to figure out if it, truly, was you that killed that yard or not. I think that you need to search it for even a blade of green grass; one spot of "salvageable material". Be honest. Be honest with yourself and your partner. If it's dead. It's dead. But, I'm not going to say that nothing will ever grow there again. Perhaps, you can just "start over". Try a different type of grass. Go about it in a new way. Take turns watering it. Just BE INVOLVED, in taking care of it. Because, in my humble opinion, the grass is most certainly, NOT greener in someone else's yard.
Life is what YOU MAKE IT. Find the joy in "gardening". Search your mind for the reasons why you chose who you chose in the first place. Rekindle that fire. Try. Your. Hardest. First. If, in the end, it's beyond saving. ..then, walk away. But, never forget what that experience taught you. Be honest with yourself for the portions of grass that you KILLED, yourself. Be slow to point fingers and fast to make amends. Your yard is waiting for you. Right here at home. Where it's ALWAYS been. You have to decide if you're coming home or not.
Take a deep breath. . . . .it's just another day in "Perfect"!!!!!!!
Why is it that we can't see what we have in our own back yard? Why is it that we think that a "change of geography" is all we need to be "truly happy". I mean, come on. Do you honestly think that if you "hook up" with this person or that person, everything will "magically be all better". Don't you think that that guy who's cheating WITH YOU, has a woman at home who loves him with all of her heart? That she's waiting for him to come home and love her the way that she loves him? Don't you think that someone else cast that woman aside for a reason? Nobody's "perfect". No one comes without "baggage".
If you were so damn worried about the "grass being greener" then why the hell didn't you water your own a bit? I mean, seriously. Do you REALLY think that, you're just gonna waltz off into the sunset with Ms. Right (more like Ms. Right Now. . .) and she's going to KEEP YOUR GRASS FOR YOU? Ummm. No. Perhaps, you should cultivate your own lawn. Maybe give what you've already got some TLC. Water it. Love it. Pay attention to it. See if it greens up some. You can't shit in your own yard for, oh say. . .sixteen years. . .and expect it to smell like roses and sunshine! You can't leave the yard to it's own devices and then wonder why it's full of weeds, my friend.
Granted, it does take TWO to keep the grass watered, weeded and well maintained. However, you can NOT depend on the other person to do ALL the yard work and then expect them to ALSO be the cook, babysitter, house keeper, chauffeur, accountant, all around problem solver and. . .ah-hum. . .shall we say "love maker". Once exhaustion has set in, and believe me IT DOES. . your partner WILL let things slip. They won't water the grass every day, or even every OTHER day. Something's gotta give! Perhaps, instead of being "so pissed off" that your lawn looks like shit. . ..maybe, just fucking MAYBE. . .YOU SHOULD TRY TO WATER THAT SHIT YOURSELF!!!!! Maybe, you could pull a weed or two? Maybe you could fertilize it. And I mean with something other than your bullshit. I mean. . .something that will nurture it and help it grow.
People are too quick to "hop the fence" and see what that yard next door looks like. Now, I'm not saying that you should stay no matter what. Abuse is unacceptable. But, abuse comes in all shapes and sizes. At what point does neglect become abuse? It's a fine line isn't it? We wouldn't be okay with someone NOT FEEDING THE DOG in the yard. Oh no. . .we'd report them and MAKE them feed that poor, poor creature. When is it too late to save the grass? When is it "acceptable" to just till it under and start over? When should you just up and move plots? How do you decide WHAT to do with it? I think that first, you need to figure out if it, truly, was you that killed that yard or not. I think that you need to search it for even a blade of green grass; one spot of "salvageable material". Be honest. Be honest with yourself and your partner. If it's dead. It's dead. But, I'm not going to say that nothing will ever grow there again. Perhaps, you can just "start over". Try a different type of grass. Go about it in a new way. Take turns watering it. Just BE INVOLVED, in taking care of it. Because, in my humble opinion, the grass is most certainly, NOT greener in someone else's yard.
Life is what YOU MAKE IT. Find the joy in "gardening". Search your mind for the reasons why you chose who you chose in the first place. Rekindle that fire. Try. Your. Hardest. First. If, in the end, it's beyond saving. ..then, walk away. But, never forget what that experience taught you. Be honest with yourself for the portions of grass that you KILLED, yourself. Be slow to point fingers and fast to make amends. Your yard is waiting for you. Right here at home. Where it's ALWAYS been. You have to decide if you're coming home or not.
Take a deep breath. . . . .it's just another day in "Perfect"!!!!!!!
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