When the honeymoon ended, I was left with only the crumbs I'd been content with: an endless spiral of insecurity, vulnerability, confusion, frustration, and indefinite silences, longing for those happy memories to return. Intermittent communication, with a powerful silence in place, alternated with small crumbs that momentarily brought me back to happiness. It didn't last long; it seemed impossible to stretch the gum of good things. My genuine love and appreciation no longer reached her. What was wrong? Was it my fault? Should I apologize one more time without really knowing why? The dramas, time and again, arising out of nowhere, became a constant that I tried to avoid at all costs, measuring each of my words so that a being as angelic as her wouldn't be upset and would be happy. A being this foolish hero wanted to help, but who neither wanted nor needed to be rescued, saved, helped, or encouraged in her life. Her limits and goals were very clear. The fantasy had been shattered. I could no longer be the same or see her through the same eyes, and I could no longer satisfy her interests or feed her ego as she expected.
Original abstract painting. One-of-a-kind. Acrylic on stretched canvas. Approximately 90x120x3.8cm. 2025. Unvarnished. Signed in front and back. Painted edges. Free shipping worldwide. A certificate of authenticity will accompany your acquisition. For any questions and more info, check the FAQ or contact me.
