A FAIRY TALE
Once upon a time a Faire Maiden ("Maiden" may be stretching it a wee bit but this is *my* fairy tale) fell deeply in love with a hermetic loner who made his living as a Carpenter. And what fine craftsmanship was the result of his talented labors!
She was dazzled and in awe of his skill, and dreamt of a fine home they would some day build together.
Yon Faire Maiden discovered that The Carpenter was disturbed by her tendency to engage Total Strangers in conversation, and also by her desire to explore hitherto unexplored regions of the kingdom.
Nonetheless, since our Faire Maiden had heretofore led a free and unencumbered life, and because she was In Love, she believed that a bit of sacrifice for Her Beloved's emotional comfort was a small thing she could do, so she reigned in her natural tendencies and set about the business of Building A Lasting Relationship.
As time went on, our Faire Maiden also discovered that The Carpenter was disturbed when she would relate stories about her work in the kingdom. The Carpenter was hostile and suspicious of her most innocent (and necessary) interaction with any man. He began reading her email and checking her cell phone. He would question her about the most insignificant events or items ----- "Where did this fork come from?" (Her Mother) "Where did this pin come from?" (Her young co-worker) "Whose socks are these?" (Hers)
This went on for A Very Long Time. Our Faire Maiden began to speak less and less about her life to him, and her world became narrow and isolated. The less she communicated, the more critical he became. He accused her of infidelity, he accused her of lying to him, of betraying him. She vehemently protested her innocence.
And then, due to her faithful efforts in her work, she received a special invitation to attend the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. For Three! Whole! Weeks!
And so, she went.
And while she was there, she was surrounded and embraced by extraordinary people, with creative and intellectual gifts and talents that confirmed and nurtured her own.
And by the time she returned, she was herself again, and hasn't thought of The Carpenter as more than a past memory.
The End
She was dazzled and in awe of his skill, and dreamt of a fine home they would some day build together.
Yon Faire Maiden discovered that The Carpenter was disturbed by her tendency to engage Total Strangers in conversation, and also by her desire to explore hitherto unexplored regions of the kingdom.
Nonetheless, since our Faire Maiden had heretofore led a free and unencumbered life, and because she was In Love, she believed that a bit of sacrifice for Her Beloved's emotional comfort was a small thing she could do, so she reigned in her natural tendencies and set about the business of Building A Lasting Relationship.
As time went on, our Faire Maiden also discovered that The Carpenter was disturbed when she would relate stories about her work in the kingdom. The Carpenter was hostile and suspicious of her most innocent (and necessary) interaction with any man. He began reading her email and checking her cell phone. He would question her about the most insignificant events or items ----- "Where did this fork come from?" (Her Mother) "Where did this pin come from?" (Her young co-worker) "Whose socks are these?" (Hers)
This went on for A Very Long Time. Our Faire Maiden began to speak less and less about her life to him, and her world became narrow and isolated. The less she communicated, the more critical he became. He accused her of infidelity, he accused her of lying to him, of betraying him. She vehemently protested her innocence.
And then, due to her faithful efforts in her work, she received a special invitation to attend the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. For Three! Whole! Weeks!
And so, she went.
And while she was there, she was surrounded and embraced by extraordinary people, with creative and intellectual gifts and talents that confirmed and nurtured her own.
And by the time she returned, she was herself again, and hasn't thought of The Carpenter as more than a past memory.
The End
posted by Lee at 4:54 PM
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