… its not about marriage proper.
(UPDATE: For those of you asking, “Who the heck is Suzie?” I fixed my post… This is what you get with you post late at night.)
There is a man in an unhappy marriage. His wife is a constant drip and Mrs. Job-like with her counsel in the midst of suffering. At one time he was a lovely man – full of life and accordion playing, but now he is bitter, critical and dour. Dogs and children flee his presence, with growling. And he never plays the accordion, not anymore.
One particularly brutal evening he attended a play at his children’s school. It was there that he met his son’s first grade teacher, Constance. Constance* turned out to be everything his wife had promised to be when they first met. She was full of life and joy; she gave off a scent like honey and the light that bounced off her hair could blind the unwary.
The affair was brief, the divorce – even briefer. Our man gave up everything he brought into that initial marriage so that he might be with Constance. After the break with the wife of his youth, he married Constance and blossomed into a man dripping with goodness and light. Now dogs and children love him and everyone, including his pastor, cannot believe the change in him. Surely this is the best thing that could ever happen to him. He is even playing the accordion again.
As he is leaving home one morning he is hit by a bus and killed.
Here are my questions… Would not judgment wait for this man who broke his vow and abandoned the wife of his youth? Is his goodness a facade? Can goodness based upon a lie be called good, no matter how well he plays the accordion?
* with apologies to all Constances who are not home wreckers.