My Elusive Beloved

Third Rate Romance: Tell us your funniest relationship disaster story.

I liked it at first, though, yeah, I admit, I was a bit tentative. “Why not?” I thought, finally, “why not give it a go?” And so I made the first gestures toward what I hoped would be a lasting and mutually beneficial (mostly beneficial to me, I admit) relationship. We met every morning — sometimes very early — and I did what was asked of me even if the demands seemed capricious, even trivial. I seldom grumbled (though, I admit, I did grumble). Still, in all relationships there needs to be a sense of dependability, consistency, on fundamental levels and suddenly, in mid-relationship, the rules were changed. I’ve definitely taken a step back. Where there was once an email every morning, now, there’s nothing. Where once I was able to hang out with friends, now it’s challenging. I don’t know if it’s going to work out after all. I thought it might turn into something serious, but now I think it’s just another third rate romance.

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10 thoughts on “My Elusive Beloved

    • Thanks for explaining this to me — seriously. I read this this morning to see what I’d written on this prompt before and I couldn’t make heads nor tails of it. Yeah. it has to be about the Daily Prompt.

    • I was writing about the daily prompt about which I had become disenchanted — But I’ve been in those “dead” relationships, too. They are terrible. When your mantra becomes “Whipping a dead horse” but you still don’t take any action.

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