My Third Cent About Love

I really wish I had waited 2 days before doing my last post, it would have been perfect for this weeks prompt of love. But hey, I guess there is always more to write, so I think I'll just expand off of what I wrote before. If you haven't read my last post, I recommend you read it first.
My two cents about love

It's official. Today the papers finally went through. And after all the build up of the last few weeks, I have to admit, it was pretty anticlimactic. When my dad first left the house, he said that he was secretly hoping this would blow over and things could return to normal, but he wasn't there for the conversation I had with my mom...

Only a few days before, I received a phone call from my mom as I was pulling up to work. She asked that instead of getting to work like I usually would, that I would come and talk to her in her office. I agreed of course, and told her I would be right in. When I sat down on the other side of her desk, nothing could have prepared me for the outflow of emotion that she expressed to me. To say the least, what came next was all completely new news to me, and a side of my mom I had never seen. The 100% genuine side of her that was explaining her true feelings for the first time. For two hours, I held her hand and let her cry herself dry. There really wasn't much else I could do, considering that for the first time, she was admitting that with as much as she cares about my dad, she never truly loved him.

The Puzzle of Love

Love is a thousand piece puzzle,

The picture on the box is incredible,

but as you begin to pour out the pieces,

the new path first seems untreadable.

So just like every puzzle,

you start around the edges,

still afraid to go too deep,

as you piece the chinks and wedges.

Soon you'll find that building a puzzle,

is harder when it's just you,

so you find a friend to come and help,

and one then turns to two.

But sometimes they don't see the same,

and the pieces don't fit right,

so you get to find a different friend,

someone new to sit at your side.

Because when you're building a puzzle this big,

you know it'll take some time,

so learning to be with different people,

really isn't a crime.

At last the puzzle comes to a close,

and your bond with one becomes thicker,

you realize it took many different hands,

to finally get the picture.

So no, sorry dad, but I never really thought it was possible for everything to go back to normal. With as hard as this is for everyone in my family, it really is for the best. My mom gets to learn to fix herself for a change, and my dad gets to find someone who sees the puzzle the same way he does. So hearing that my parents went out to dinner together for the last time after signing the divorce papers was a bitter-sweet ending to a long chapter. But just as fire burns away the grasslands of last year, a new seed is planted in a new chapter, and it looks like it might just grow into something unexpectedly beautiful. I guess we'll just have to see.