I randomly came across a surrealist painting, and I got sucked in. It encapsulates my feelings about my marriage. It depicts something sad, but good, in my case, the separation and upcoming divorce.
Like, why are they seated opposite to each other. They are not there anymore. Where have they gone? Why is there a sea growing between them? Is it.
The eggshells are empty. Maybe because whatever was in that egg, has hatched and so it is no longer needed.
‘Walking on eggshells is not what I wanted for you.’
