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| Violations in the name of love
Janet Kuypers 2/6/18 a long time ago, a long-time friend was engaged to the man of her dreams. But she violated their trust when she started sleeping with a co-worker. She told me, “I love this guy, but everyone loves my once-fiancée.” I told her, well, I told her I hope it works out. And apparently it did, her longtime love forgave her, the wedding was on again. She even asked me to be a bridesmaid, but that’s then everything started going so wrong. I’d respond to her every email, and even though I tried to appease she’d be enraged at me because I believed in truth. So, according to her apparently honesty is not what friends are for. When I saw there was no way this “friend” could ever be moral or honest to her friends, to the man she’d marry, or even to herself, that’s when I ended the friendship. We were no longer friends, but because of our past she invited me to her wedding. I didn’t go to the church (for her lack of morality, a church seemed kind of ironic) — but I went to the reception on February 10th, did like everyone else and complimented the bride... But they played country music (which isn’t my style), so even though the was snow outside the reception hall doors, I went outside to dance with my love in the snow, where the music might be muted. A minute or two after dancing, and old man walked outside and asked to cut in. My love smiled, and I was touched that a stranger saw us from the hall and joined the snow for a dance. In the name of love, these two once-lovebirds chose a wedding day close to Valentine’s Day — but three different men bearing that name were all martyred centuries before that date meant love. I suppose it makes me smile knowing my parents were married February 18th for Valentine’s Day, but I should remember that the Valentine’s Day before my dad was born was the Valentine’s Day Massacre, with Al Capone in my hometown killing seven guys from the other side. Because sometimes Valentine’s Day isn’t pretty. And even though my once-friend married near this date, that was only another sign to me that her marriage would never last. Years later, I hear from another woman that remained her bridesmaid said that she’s divorced now. She should have known that violations in the name of love would never lead to happiness. Violations of that nature, no matter your implied intentions, will never set you free, where true love is meant to be. |
