But when it came to the reality she could not bear the consequences. She
wanted her children; her proud spirit winced at the snubs she got; she
longed a little for the old life; and familiarity with her soul mate
revealed the knowledge that he was not _all_ soul. She flunked miserably
and went home to her sick child. You see, she was literally love-_sick_.
Her mind was disordered; a life spent with her soul mate loomed to her
so large and dazzling that all other things were as nothing. She
couldn't for the time being see straight. She was literally insane.
If she had only _waited_ until the new wore off her passion! Waited
until she saw things in their proper proportions and relations to each
other; until she was _sure_ she could _live the life_ made inevitable by
her change.
That is the trouble;--love-sick-ness _blinds her to the truth_. When she
wakes up by _experience_ of the truth, _she wishes she hadn't._
The only safe thing for a woman to do who finds herself married to one
man and in love with another is to _wait_, a year, or two or three
years, until time proves her love and _she knows in her heart_ that she
can make the change and never regret it, no matter what happens.
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