A story of an inner romance

After their usual fighting and a child's bloodcurdling scream of injury, he leaves for work and one hears a mother's mournful wail as she realizes the extent of the injury "Benji, OH NO!". I cry for the pain each of them is experiencing, the parents were victims whose obsession with victimizing one another leaves their child wound up in anxiety and panic sending him running into self-harming experiences. Again, somehow this experience, my involvement as a witness is somehow a gift. So again I begin unwrapping. "What happens within me when this occurs that I am to be a witness to?". If the inner being and mind are like that of wife and husband, ego to higher self, human to god, what is going on in their relationship? She is crying and in pain, the pain she is naturally and functionally empathizing with. Empathy is true of all humans, this body is simply aware of the oneness/empathic connection we ALL experience. And so now the mind understands his wife is normal, healthy, vibrant and alive within "him". At this point "he" can empathize with "her". He WANTS to do something to alleviate the pain. Anything he does as he searches his store houses for solutions could possibly draw violence to them both. This is where "he" would usually feel frustration and each cry of pain she makes adds pressure until he explodes against her or feels forced into action he does not feel good about. But in me, we are aware of this process so "he" is quiet and open to suggestion, crying with her at each event of pain. She now sees he has only ever wanted to protect and cherish her, to be her strength of charector. Neither feel to be victims because they know an end is coming, a solution, a release from the situation. They hold onto each other while they dig deep for the lesson, the gift that will bring them closer together. So deep, the two of them, lover entwined in grace and peace and understanding and sadness. The love abounds, comforts, heals. They are in this together, in this with the whole of the world instead of against it. A pool of water, calm within the raging waves of the ocean. They do what the community asks of them: they report it. Consistently and patiently, loving one another and holding on tightly in a loving embrace.."I've got ya, baby". This is bravery and courage at it's finest because in every case before this, anything they would have done would have come back to bite them, they would have been the ones left homeless and in this case, the landlord has already made the threat. The difference: this time there is a lease, his threat is invalid and powerless. Circumstances over the past two years have shown a change in the pattern: it IS getting better. We ARE heading into better and better circumstances. There is this one hurdle and they will jump it together. Their bond and commitment are cemented. They are breathing well in their stillness. They realize that in the past, at this point, her stomach would be roiling and cramping and dying, yet it isn't. There is a very quiet immovable strength within. It is faithful and a reflection of their relationship. Last time the "we" had this strong center, they were in naivety. They were shocked at every assault that hit home to them. They were always awake to themselves, they only were not awake to the world around them. Now they are strong and centered again, with a working knowledge of the world around them. NOW they can be of use to themselves and the world. All of which really is dear to them both.