Yesterday’s Modern Love tackled the love grown, lost, and recuperated between a couple that was married for 20 years, divorced for several subsequently, and then found themselves back together just before and through a bout of potentially terminal illness.
But it isn’t depressing or upsetting, it’s uplifting and encouraging — replete with realities that are stripped from the nuances of the fictional stories we tell ourselves in order to, as Joan Didion once pointed out, live.
I tend to measure how satisfying a read is by how urgently I feel like I must to share said read and this morning, while I was walking on a treadmill, I stopped short to e-mail this link to 9 of my closest friends, thinking about my handful of other close friends (that’s you) and how I’d share it again. I included two quotes from the story in my e-mail so I’m enclosing them now, too.
“Nobody writes songs about sitting on the edge of the tub while a man applies topical antibiotics to your oozing skin graft. There are no poetic odes to women with gaping scars, no sonnets to men who may be wearing the same shirt for the third day in a row.”
“Love isn’t a fortress. It isn’t a locked room. It’s full of doors and windows and escape hatches, and they’re not scary. They’re how, to paraphrase Leonard Cohen, the light gets in.”
Click over, read it, get full and then come back and vomit out whatever you’re thinking.
[A Second Embrace, With Hearts and Eyes Open via The New York Times]