The Look of Love
The World According To Kiki & J-Fed
It’s funny how life can smack you in the face and make you realize that everything you thought had been right in your life was really oh-so-wrong.
I recently had one of those hard-to-swallow epiphanies the other night. Coming off of a loveless marriage and a venomous divorce, I never claimed to be knowledgeable about how a relationship is really supposed to be. I assumed that fighting, bickering, ignoring and hating were the norm. But apparently ‘tis not.
My eyes were opened as I watched a couple of friends in action. They’ve been married for going on two years now. Although I’ve spent some time with them, I’d never taken note of the dynamics of their relationship. On this particular night, I did. My blood ran cold as I looked on like some kind of intruder. I’m not sure what I was witnessing, but after some deep thought I realized it was something that people call love.
As we sat at the bar throwing back drinks, I noticed that he leaned over and start gently rubbing his wife’s shoulders.
Oh my God. Is he moving in to strangle her, I thought to myself. I clutched my phone in case I had to dial 911.
No, Kiki. He’s giving her a massage. He’s showering her with love and affection. Sometimes other people touch to show their feelings. It’s a small gesture but one that goes a long way. What shocked me the most was that said man did it on his own. She didn’t have to ask. She didn’t have to plead. I took a long sip of my beer and pondered the last time my ex-husband ever did that for me. The answer: NEVER.
Said man did this a few times throughout the night. I believe I even saw him embrace her and plant a kiss on her on a couple of occasions. He smiled. She smiled. We all smiled at them smiling at each other.
