This is based on a true love story. He was a wealthy American guy in his fifties, recently divorced. She was a few years younger, an exotic Brazilian also divorced about one year. They met at a restaurant in Brazil, the chemistry was right, so they met again. I almost forgot to mention that she too was wealthy, so money was not a problem at all for either one of them. After a few meetings and a short time, things began to snowball, and what a ball it was. They moved to Panama were they took up housekeeping and partied for four wonderful years and then, and then, they got married. From that point everything started to go down hill.
After I was told the whole story this sad chapter in human suffering could be reduced to one single factor. They both tired of each other and as before, started looking for peace of soul and mind from a source somewhere outside of themselves. As in most cases, looking for solice and peace outside of one's own heart most often does not provide a solution. So, little bitter spats with venomous words started to spout from red and no so red lips that once offered the luxury of volupuiouis kisses. The sound of words once so sweet as honey, each longing to hear more, now turned in the screech of wailing sirens without end.
As the pain deepened, and the emotional divide widened, he began drinking. Probably only the best, Passport, Kentucky, I didn't ask but he had the money to buy what he wanted. I don't know what she drank. The emotional divide compounded by the frustration of physical separation, matromonial speaking, only led to a worsening of the overall situation. All of this led to the beginning and escalation of physical fighting. Incredible. They met at a restaurant in Brazil under the best of circumstances and now they were fighting. Even living together for four years in Panama in a beautiful home with swimming pool and all the amenities could not tame the demons within for long.
And so it was that one day the wife would wonder out into the grounds of the home and met up with the caretaker both she and her husband had hired to maintain the home and the exterior property grounds. The caretaker informed her that he had seen her husband in the pool with several prostitutes while she was away. That lit the fuse. She filed for a divorce. That was 16 years ago. The man is now in his mid seventies and the former wife is close behind. For the past 16 years they have both been battling out the marriage and who would get what property and financial compensation for emotional damages while paying attorney US$2,000 a month for year on year ongoing legal services associated with the divorce. Both are wealthy but neither wanted to let go.
I asked why all this? I was told that the both husband and wife wanted emotional revenge against the other. I asked why neither of them could let go. I was told that they still loved each other and neither could separate from the other even if it meant a distant relationship involving pro-longed legal warfare.
This situation reminds of a movie I saw years and years ago. The title of the movie was "War of the Roses", a similar sad epic of marriage gone bad. For some people there is no getting out. Once in, in forever until death do us part.
After I was told the whole story this sad chapter in human suffering could be reduced to one single factor. They both tired of each other and as before, started looking for peace of soul and mind from a source somewhere outside of themselves. As in most cases, looking for solice and peace outside of one's own heart most often does not provide a solution. So, little bitter spats with venomous words started to spout from red and no so red lips that once offered the luxury of volupuiouis kisses. The sound of words once so sweet as honey, each longing to hear more, now turned in the screech of wailing sirens without end.
As the pain deepened, and the emotional divide widened, he began drinking. Probably only the best, Passport, Kentucky, I didn't ask but he had the money to buy what he wanted. I don't know what she drank. The emotional divide compounded by the frustration of physical separation, matromonial speaking, only led to a worsening of the overall situation. All of this led to the beginning and escalation of physical fighting. Incredible. They met at a restaurant in Brazil under the best of circumstances and now they were fighting. Even living together for four years in Panama in a beautiful home with swimming pool and all the amenities could not tame the demons within for long.
And so it was that one day the wife would wonder out into the grounds of the home and met up with the caretaker both she and her husband had hired to maintain the home and the exterior property grounds. The caretaker informed her that he had seen her husband in the pool with several prostitutes while she was away. That lit the fuse. She filed for a divorce. That was 16 years ago. The man is now in his mid seventies and the former wife is close behind. For the past 16 years they have both been battling out the marriage and who would get what property and financial compensation for emotional damages while paying attorney US$2,000 a month for year on year ongoing legal services associated with the divorce. Both are wealthy but neither wanted to let go.
I asked why all this? I was told that the both husband and wife wanted emotional revenge against the other. I asked why neither of them could let go. I was told that they still loved each other and neither could separate from the other even if it meant a distant relationship involving pro-longed legal warfare.
This situation reminds of a movie I saw years and years ago. The title of the movie was "War of the Roses", a similar sad epic of marriage gone bad. For some people there is no getting out. Once in, in forever until death do us part.
