Today’s MOZEN: The End
Many years ago, when I was still married, I had a nightly sleeping routine with my then wife.
When we went to bed, no matter how the day went, I would rap my foot around hers. Of course, there were times when we engaged in a more complete embrace. But, at the very least, I always maintained that little connection. Even if we had a rough day with each other (which was probably more times than we would both care to admit), I always practiced that ritual; my foot rapped around hers.
Well, near the end of our marriage, that little physical connection, like our emotional one, became more and more tenuous. Still, I managed to hang onto that little bit of contact, even if it was barely by a toe.
Then, one day, she simply took her foot away. Not even a toe could be found to touch. The connection was broken — in every way.
And, it was over . . .