I Don’t Know & You Don’t Know

You can’t see inside a painting.
As you are not the artist—I am not the artist.
And, we, neither of us, are the subject.
We are on the outside.

You see what has been constructed—you see the picture.
You do not see the million individual brush strokes required to create such a work.
You do not perceive the agony, nor the triumph in the artists’ process.
You cannot know what was required in planning, nor can you understand the scope—the countless hours of work.
You see only the picture.
And you don’t know the story behind the picture.

I don’t know. And you don’t know.

What he said.
What she did.
I don’t know.
And you don’t know.

For better or worse was the vow, and now, it is the possibility of what the future may be. Will it—all of it, any of it—be better for this altering change. Will it be worse?
I don’t know.
And you don’t know.

He is no good.
She made mistakes.
Label him. Judge her.
We do it so easily.
But… I don’t know.
And you don’t know.

She was like this.
He was like that.
Together they were something.
That version is generic, inaccurate, and cheap.
They may have been more. They may have been less.
I don’t know.
And you don’t know.

I am not, and you are not, part of this intimate—yes, intimate, as in…between THEM—tale.
This story that isn’t a story at all.
It isn’t make-believe, and right now it probably feels more nightmare than fairytale.
But there you go again… making this story what you think it is.
Because, maybe… it isn’t fairytale nor nightmare.
Maybe it is freedom.
I don’t know.
And you don’t know.

The children.
Oh, how they will grieve!
What a shame.
She is failing them.
He is abandoning them.
Or… she is showing them something better, something more.
He leaving not to cause heartache, but to create peace.
I don’t know.
And you don’t know.

His version.
Her version.
My version. Your version.
None are complete.
All the details—too many to list, too many to remember, and altered by the remembering—they are impossible to construct into a story of truth.
The truth?
That, I—you surely don’t know.
I don’t know.
And you don’t know.

Show love.
Lend a shoulder or a hand.
Provide a safe place to land.

But do not pretend.
Do not slander.
Do not be the weaver of the story—you are not in THEIR story.
It is not your place to spin this tale be it love or betrayal.
You don’t know.

I don’t know.
And you don’t know.