bridges...

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A friend of mine reminded me of this movie today at school. I remember we were living on the farm when the whole phenomenon hit. It was almost a call to the housewives and mothers of the world to rethink their "happiness".
Well, lets see, Am I happy? In the grand scheme of things yes I was happy. I was 26 two kids married on a farm not working at the time, married to a workaholic husband that was always legit tired.
No I wasnt happy everyday, but I didnt know any better I dont think. I dont think I thought of life being any other way.
Then this movie hit and I believed in LOVE. That crazy, lose your mind momentarily, destiny, soul mate schtick.
The problem for me at the time was that I didnt feel as though I was truly worthy of this kind of LOVE. Oh sure Tim loved me, but not like Robert Loved Francesca in the MOVIE>
So what do you do? I chose to investigate the whole LOVE POTENTIAL, I tested the theory of there is a true Love for everyone. So I looked into the eyes of alot of "ROBERTS"! Grocery store Roberts, gas station Roberts, YMCA Roberts, Library, toll booths, neighbors, mailmen, uhhmm, no Robert for me.
I enjoy a good tear jerker as much as the next guy. I even think I love a good emotional rip-me-up more than next guy because I like to feel something every once in a while. The problem was that this movie should have come with a warning label.

WARNING
If you are unsure of the stability of your marriage, do not, REPEAT DO NOT watch this movie.
This movie will lead to doubt and dissatisfaction. Which will lead to anger and bitterness, these conditions will eventually lead to sleeping with every Tom, Dick and Harry waiting for your Robert to show up. Your husband WILL FIND OUT, He will NOT UNDERSTAND YOUR NEED FOR CONNECTION and you will end up a lonely 40 something woman hanging out in a twenty something bar, with jeans too tight hair too big and a tattoo you shouldnt be SHOWING... to ANYONE!!!

By the way, I did find a Robert. He was great, smart, articulate and incredibly sexy. We romped around his town house for three straight days and nights, talked, bonded then bonded again. I went home and... it was done, It burned itself out.

I am now in recovery. Reality is much nicer too. I am working my twelve steps and have admitted that I am powerless over the effects of romantic, break your heart, youll never find this kind of LOVE movie.

Ill take a night of Rescue ME, A light snack of chips and salsa, my husband snoring and groping me at the same time (How he can think of sex in his sleep is beyond me) and a companion, friend til we are old and crank(ier).

Comments

Gary R. Barnes said…
Alot of people consider "Bridges" to be a chick flick; I see it differently. It was written by a man, from the perspective (mostly) of the photographer Robert Kincaid. Rather than a weepy chick flick this movie is a PEOPLE flick. I'm a guy and I'm not embarrased to say that I loved it (watched it 26 times LOVED IT, I might add)... and the book as well (read it six times, so far). It's about what's inside. Great post. Great blog. Get to work on that book.
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