Martian Notes

I could not help looking back in distant at my unmature naivety about the solidity of marital relationships. Years of harmful exposure to sugarcoated love stories and chick flicks has turned me into this gullible believer in the so-called fantasy of true love. Maybe I should have spent the wasted years in watching documentaries about mariticide or uxoricide instead. Like a former addict who is eventually injected with a long-delayed dose of clarity, I am stricken with realities and wake up from the deceitful coma. I should have anticipated that things could only go downhill since the day at the altar. All the fantasies and wishful thinking should be suspended after the music stops. The fairy tale for adults is not ended with “happily ever after” but “unhappy and struggling ever since”. What makes love unlast, if it ever exists? Love is so much like extraterrestrial life to me. Just heard of it, knew that others see it, but still doubtful. At least I have seen the rainbow, while the chance of seeing true love is similar to that of seeing a unicorn. The way to unlast the fruitless hope for love is to plant a toxic seed to kill the trust. The toxic seed will grow into powerful roots that could destroy the mansion all at once. Betrayal, unfaithfulness, infidelity, people who commit these conducts could be stoned in some countries, but only needing to face a resentful spouse suffering from rampant attacks of insomnia in others. The subsequent reactions of hair loss, denial, anger and acceptance, echo with the physical and psychological responses to bereavement, signaling the mourning for the death of innocent faith in the unfaithful. Will the bereaved party ever recover from broken relationships? If time could heal everything, he/she will be cured and restart the odyssey, in the company of the same or different person, but with empty zeal and a broken soul.