Hmm. The man I'm doing counselling with described a picture of two oak trees, growing side by side, roots in the same soil, outer branches strong and reaching. On the inside where they come together the branches and leaves are a little more stunted, weaker, less well grown because of their proximity to the other tree, the blocked light.
A realistic portrayal of a normal relationship?
Among other things, we discussed the myth of romantic love, it's short shelf life, and how the likes of Liz Taylor end up marrying eight times because of their belief in this myth.
He pointed out that while the whole 'you can do better' idea may be bollocks, that being alone is also a viable option. And suddenly I thought about the image I put in my last post.
Something that both comforts and alarms me.