Why do we do this to ourselves?
Sometimes it seems life would be so much easier if we could just give in and admit that this is wrong, what we have here is wrong, and we won't be happy until we right it. How we right it is beside the point just now - the point is that this is wrong, now, here, what we have here is wrong, damn it. It hurts, and it hurts more than one person, and it's wrong. And it seems so easily solvable.
It's not, of course. There are other things to consider, many other things. But that doesn't change the fact that this situation is not the one we're meant to be in. There's love on all sides of the die here; if we love one another so much - and I really think we do - how can we bear to hurt one another so much?
Why do we do this to ourselves, every time? Why?
~sigh~ Cambridge Calling, business as usual.