‘Luckless’ husband needs to move on

I CANNOT believe the long suffering pedant who craves intimacy and love has survived 42 years of love-less marriage ( POST July 19-23). She seems to be imbued with a narcissistic personality disorder which I can only term “pere et fille”.

It is a cavernous shame she is wrapped in a blanket of denial while he silently desires a life of love and happiness.

She is no edelweiss or celibate because she is the bearer of three adult children and now she indulges in midnight prancing around like a Heidi in pinafores. Would he have thought that the love of his life would one day turn out to be a LOL queen, addicted to WhatsApp and hermetically surfing television channels?

His life has been mired in the bleak, unanswerable why-is-life-so-cruel ruminations that comes with the territory of contrived silence. The questions which you only stop torturing yourself with when you realise there are no answers.

There is a fatalism in his words, an undertone that smacks of defeat and his letter written under anonymity is a symbolic catharsis. Who can blame him for his ambivalence as he seeks a way to salve his life?

His pain is so raw, so incredibly confronting and completely overwhelming as the amplification and exacerbation of the existing distress takes its toll. In the midst of all this diminishment, she remains obdurately immured as he swims like a lone goldfish in a bowl, searching endlessly for something he will never find.

It is obvious that years of hard work has resulted in them living in an upmarket apartment in uMhlanga with all the social trimmings of comfort in a cushioned lifestyle.

It just goes to show that all the money in the world can never ever buy you true happiness.

My advice to this lost soul is never become intrapunitive. Although you are in the autumn of your life, you can still walk away from this imprisoned life and explode like a thousand suns in an unsuspecting sky. KEVIN GOVENDER

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