The Coffee Table. A Love Story

 

This is a true story…

Once upon a time there was a gal and a guy who fell unexpectedly & deeply in-love.

Neither one was looking for it, it just happened.

They had never known such blissfully intoxicating fulfillment in all their days alive…

So much so that they bought a coffee table together.

 

"The Coffee Table...A Love Story of sorts...

“The” Coffee Table to end all coffee tables….

They loved this coffee table more than any of their other ‘stuff’. More than their fully paid for automobiles, clothes, shoes, gadgets etcetera.  Nothing compared to their equally shared admiration, devotion and appreciation for this coffee table…

They both even loved it more than their beloved OXO brand can-opener inherited from Rat Bastard’s escape.

Yep. Even more than ‘it’.

Then it fell apart.

Not the table.  Their relationship…

They both wandered mindlessly numb, detached & despondent through the days, weeks & months that would follow the demise of their relationship still in shock at the reality that their forever together was dead.

The life drained from it replaced now with the stench of death…

Each one licking the wounds inflicted by the others words skillfully selected and flung with striking precision razor sharp daggers spoken solely on the instinctual knowledge of which ones would inflict the deepest wound upon impact as they boomeranged echoing the bone deep pain in the hurricanes aftermath of destruction that had just passed through for anyone listening…

They were in essence; trapped.  Caged animals…

Trapped in a home they shared; him not wanting to loose her yet comforted still by the knowledge she would, for now, sleep under the same roof even if mute and miles apart.

Her suffocating in this silent knowledge desperate to escape yet unable to leave; just yet..

The ‘why’ their relationship spontaneously combusted in a mere matter of days destroying months of at long-last finally attained soulful peacefulness isn’t as relevant as ‘who’ would take sole possession of the beloved coffee table.

As the day grew closer to her escape she realized that the table hadn’t yet been discussed.

Her other belongings safely packed and eagerly awaiting her departure.

She assumed he’d just relent allowing her to take sole custody based on the mutually agreed upon knowledge that it was due to his poor choices that led to the death of their happily-forever-after relationship now blown to hell.

Hell and back.

She was wrong…

See the “how” the coffee table came to be was now a topic for debate as each of them played a role in its adoption.

He being gifted in the art of bargain shopping for gently used amazingly beautiful stuff, found it for sale on Craigslist, immediately showing her the pictures of it causing them both to spontaneously fall deeply in love with it stopping at nothing to make it their own.

She went, picked it up and paid for it alone bringing it back home, thoroughly cleaning and restoring it to its true essence.

What came first? The chicken or the egg?

This question plagued the gal…

The guy not so much.

She soon realized that her part in it wasn’t as superiorly rock solid in her argument as she initially thought.

Her: She realized that without ‘him’ initially locating it there would be no beloved coffee table to dispute.

Him: Well, it was irrelevant to him as to “how” said beloved coffee table came to reside in “his” possession the only thing that was relevant was that ‘he’ found it.

Period.

They would barter back and forth attempting to negotiate a fair and equitable trade for the coffee table.

Neither one budging.

Finally in a moment of desperation the gal gave in and relented to a swap. Not satisfied with its terms but tired of the constant negotiations which reopened the still raw wounds desperately trying to heal…

Her heart broken and soul shattered as loathing & regret seeped from its raw cracks requiring her full attention.

The gal gave in to the guy allowing him full custody of their beloved coffee table.

You see… The coffee table would in the end signify the precise moment in which their relationship transitioned into a committed one…

Parting with it represented the true irrevocable death of their future together and any remnants of the memories that fostered their forever…

Time of death; called.

He had won.

She lost.

The Coffee Table a Love Story...

The Coffee Table…
The brown furry beloved blob on the zebra print blanket is Sissy; 1 of 8…

How did this story end you might be asking?

Well, I’ll tell you…

The gal learned to never say never and the guy?

Well…he got that which he had always wanted.

He married the gal just over 2 years after this tale ended…

It would take seemingly insurmountable obstacles, challenges and unexpected battles life relentlessly threw their way distracting them redirecting their energies & focus away from the mortally wounding sting which drove them apart in the first place…

Within the nucleus of these unforeseen distracting redirections life ceaselessly blasted them with before she made her escape from the guy was the key essential thing the gal needed…

Time.  Time was the miracle cure that would enable her to finally forgive his transgressions only she didn’t have it.

So the gal settled on the best tangible thing she could make sense of and embraced her ability to believe in destiny

It worked.

Their coffee table lives to this very day, happily in the middle of their two sofas, within the hearts center of their home nestled in front of the brick fireplace and is a constant reminder of just how far they have come together and how it all came to be…

Legend has it, the gal & guy can often times be found admiring it fondly reminiscing their memories out loud of what its role played in their together-forever story that now is once again…

The End…

 

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