It’s me, him and her forming the coordinates. The sides, wove patiently by the threads of love through the needle of time holding us tight together. I, the later entry into the dynamics of their seasoned bond made it without much resistance much more like a natural selection as if it was supposed to be unevitable for them, not that the love between them faded away and were in search for one. But probably because of her, she had more love to give.
Now that the new love had arrived , it meant shifting of priorities, since it became the new source of growth one seeks in a relationship. She did everything right to see that the new love grows into a strong bond greater than any relation she ever had. And in the run for doing so, the other relationship she catered somehow met with new terms without realizing it,for the loss of time she could have shared into their equation. The new terms ended up putting herself second to everything in any issue which involved them , slowly it started to sneak into the issues which were personal to her where his opinions were impertinent and mere reactions. But somehow it tried to weigh into her decisions and thereby lead to all sub- optimal choices.
This was rather alarming as it would also mean our narrative is also getting influenced with his biases and the sanctity of our mutual relationship taking the hit.
In order to make her realize the issue, I started to question her reasons for making a specific choice, which eventually lead to some discomfort as it always lead to him.
Why it is that you have to put the saree you chose, back into the closet because he did not find it good ? Why is that we had to cancel our planned trip because he doesn’t feel it ? Why should he tell you where exactly anything has to placed in the house ?
To defend it she said – “Why would it matter, I guess he would know the best for me. ”
I argued by saying – “No, that’s not true, he would only know the best for his idea of you, probably even may not if its second to the best for him. So the most likely outcome will be you end up with the third to the best of two. ”
“It’s time you work on the other side of this triangular love story ,Mom! ” – I said.
Vishal Puppala 