12 Minutes to Freedom

Driving in my car this afternoon on my way to work, I got to thinking about relationships.  It occurred to me that people, in retrospect, find that the relationships that failed or they tried to force to work, were majorly fucked up from the beginning.  Relatively few broken relationships have positive memories surrounding their demise.  I grant that on occassion there are good endings to good relationships that do not work out for valid reasons.  It is my theory that those are far and few between.

To me, it appears that people are destined to suffer a certain amount of failed relationships before they are granted access to the world of "happily ever after."  That includes marriages - because that's just a contractual relationship.  Every woman must endure the assholes, the cheapskates, the egotistical, maniacal weirdos and the guy-that-appeared-normal-but-went-crazy-right-quick.  There are more genres of men, but it is a waste of time to try to name them all. (I'm sure they feel the same way about women.)

I cannot help but wonder if we're destined to be miserable for undisclosed lengths of time in order to prepare for happiness.  We endure the ambiguous relationships where neither party to the sex and kisses divulges information or engages in conversation outside of locked doors (or, is that uniquely one of my many experiences with men?)  Women constantly barrage each other with words of wisdom and empowerment, driving out friends and acquaintances to drop that mutha like a used spoon at a fast food establishment, but each of us has experienced the scenario of an unhappy relationship.

I suppose it's analagous to the addage, "You have to kiss a lot of frogs to find your prince."