"He said I should give you this letter if you ever got better... I'm so happy you did. Honestly, I am.... I really care about you Christie, I really do. I know you may not believe it, but I really do. I'm so happy you got better". Her words and emotions seemed very genuine, the love and empathy in her eyes were as clear as day. But barely seconds before she said the words above, she'd just come clean to Christie that while she, Christie, was ill, she had an affair with her husband, and that she really did love him.
Christie was torn between this shocking news about her friend and her husband, and the display of sincere emotions by this same friend. In one breath you tell me that while I lay ill in a sick bed you were sleeping with my husband, in our bed... then tell me that you really care about me and are so happy I got better???... She would have loved to call bull shit, but how could she, when it was this same friend who nurtured her back to health, took care of her little baby all those months she was ill, and helped her regain her memory and learn to adapt and live a normal life. Christie wasn't sure whether to hate this woman for defiling her marital bed or love her for her kindness and devotion.
This one scene in a movie I stumbled upon made me question so many things. Could our love for self push us to do certain things, even hurting those we love... And even though we've intentionally hurt them, does it mean we love them any less? Are things really so black and white?
My friend often tells me about how they tried to contrive ways to poison their stepmom when their dad first brought her home, but years later after learning her story and all the things she had been through, they actually began to empathize with her and stop seeing her as the enemy.
Some acts are so condemnable but I wonder if we actually dig deeper, what we find might make us more empathetic towards someone who did something normally considered very abominable. I also wonder if sometimes the need to be happy, or be whole, or get ahead, or have a life and a future, is stronger than any sense of loyalty we might have...
Speaking of polygamy people, I'm sure you all saw the tweet of the woman asking people to pray for her husband and his new bride who were wedding the next day. Ladies, can you ever be so "generous" with your husband (also your home, your kitchen, your monthly allowance (LOL)? Would you rather a second wife or a mistress? Please share your thoughts.
Men, both single and married, I would particularly love to hear your answers; if your tradition, religion, society, family and 'bank account' permit you to marry more than one wife, would you? And why?