Maica Mia - "Funny Way of Laughing"

Sunrise. Edmund wasn't sleeping well, back pains, 41 with a bullet. He lay swung in the sofa, posture terrible, watching the sunrise eating a granola bar. He checked the nutritional information and thought that he truly just eats numbers now. Being married to Jen, his most recent marriage, was like checking the nutritional information every day. They tried so hard to make sure everything was right. Communication, affection, sharing, sex, fairness, laughter. Percentages like a scattered skyline instead of a totaled whole. Marriage to Alison, the one before Jen, was more like being trapped together in the trunk of a car. It was dark, often terrifying, but they had each other to hold on to, no idea of where they were headed. The sex was maddening, the fights were catastrophic, the forgiveness was heavenly. The hills and valleys made it seem like they journeyed far, but it was mostly up and down and rarely straight ahead. And to Carolyn, his first wife, marriage was like an open field. They could see in all directions; there was the sky, there was the ground and on it the grass. And it was lovely and bright and open and free, but it didn't seem to make any sense. Where were the buildings? What were their jobs? When other people would visit, Edmund would hear Carolyn ask, "What is my name? Is it Carla? Is it Edmund?"

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