That final push and out we come, birthed into one grand soap opera. The script was in process long before we arrived to become (at least temporarily) a major player, and it will be a while before we have much of a hand in writing it. But there swirling around us is the drama of love, jealousy, deceit, relationships built, relationships destroyed, passion and lust.
We play out our parts, waiting for the moment when we can take over the script and spin off a soap opera of our own. We go back through the episodes, rewind the tapes, play them over and over hoping something might change. We probably won't look as physically beautiful and dress as nicely or look as good in bed or have the chance to be resurrected.
Still, it will be our own soap opera, built on the healthy script of childhood and adolescence or dragging the ball and chain of dysfunction, struggling to be freed.
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