Sep 6, 2018 · 1 min read
Hmmm. Having been married for thirty-two years, I was somewhat taken aback by this poem. But its lament, of course, is true. Love is a give-and-take proposition, and what it takes may be more than it gives. No loving relationship is perfectly balanced; the best that can be hoped for is a rough equilibrium, the maintenance of which demands a partial sacrifice of one’s autonomy. And in these postmodern times, when the dogma of personal autonomy has largely replaced religious faith, that’s problematical.
