Can’t we all just get along?

Melissa Stagnaro

I know that I’m not the only one that has ever had a bad break-up. One only has to turn on daytime television to see a deluge of tales of relationship horror and woe. Thankfully, I’ve never had a break-up worthy of sullying the air waves or being made into a full-length feature film.

After examining these often stunning portrayals of human drama, I’ve made a few observations.

Sometimes we think we know people. We spend years in a relationship under the misconception that we actually “know” the one we’re with.

It isn’t until after the breakup that we learn their true nature. Unfortunately, it’s a lesson often learned the hard way. The gloves come off, the mud starts flying and it all goes down hill from there. If we’re lucky, it stops somewhere short of all-out war.

That once rational, loving person you were fully prepared to spend the rest of your born days with, suddenly shows their true colors. The layers of care and concern peal away to reveal something else entirely. Whispered sweet nothings turn into threats and accusations.

That is the saddest point, I think. When love decays to the point where we see nothing that we once valued and respected in the former object of our affection.

Things come to an end. Sometimes things just don’t work out no matter the efforts made by the parties involved. Change is a part of the human experience. And part of being an adult is dealing with that. It certainly doesn’t make dealing with the change any easier when we allow cooled passions to be replaced with boiling hot hatred.

When the credits roll in life and on TV, I am left wondering (like Rodney King) – Why can’t we all just get along?