Foreign Countries
When we fell in love, my future husband wrote: Being with you feels like being in a foreign country. Both of us separately had lived, before we met, in foreign countries. We wanted to move abroad again together. Years passed and we didn’t move abroad, though we took the children to Europe a couple of times. One night, when my husband said he was leaving me, I understood the flaw embedded in the compliment, which I had treasured all those years: If you live in a country long enough, it’s no longer a foreign country; it’s just an ordinary place.
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I admire the ‘turn’ in this story at the end–like a poem. Evokes that insightful moment when the main character feels the depth of her loss.
Thank you.
Sick, brevity in this format is quite nice. Say much with little. Great job
Thank you so much. (I’m sorry for the delay; I never saw the comments.)
This made me so sad. Unfortunately sometimes extraordinary becomes ordinary as we become ‘worlds apart’ and there is not much we can do about it.
Except choose our approach to the strange and ordinary. I am glad this little story made you feel something. Thank you.
I love the line this story builds on. The clever way it can sound like such a compliment and so quickly turn to a sharp jibe.
Unintentionally of course. Thank you.
Were you originating in the same country? I like the openendedness
It is technically fiction so yes and no. Thank you.