What if…
Wednesday, March 15th, 2006…you woke up one morning, to discover that the last two and a half years of your life have disappeared? You wake up, lying in bed next to someone you never expected/wanted to see again, listening to church bells confirm the nightmare, and praying that he doesn’t wake up, that you won’t have to go through one more minute of bad sex with the wrong man.
Would you have to remember every single thing that you did, and do it the same, at the same time, on the same day, to get to where you were when it all ceased to exist?
If you were with this person, and knew you still had some months to go before the inevitable demise of the relationship, would you stay in it until the appointed time, or would you end it immediately to avoid the horror, and risk losing everything that you will have in the future that makes you happy?
I don’t know why, as it’s clearly not going to happen, but the question is bothering me.
