Was there ever an occasion that you ever felt that something should or could have come sooner if not much sooner? Why did it need to take the death of spiritual self and threat of divorce for the sexual renewal to happen? But then, I digressed.
SL Monk told Princess Pea that he would never be so patient for the quarterly event, and she had just two weeks to change. Not only that, on an ongoing basis, if the sex dry spell was ever longer than two weeks, he was ready to pack up and leave. Cruel words from SL Monk? Or was the last sexless decade plus a few years more cruel to him?
Princess Pea vowed that she would do more than her best to save her marriage. She CHANGED. In fact, she doubled her commitment and it was more of a weekly instead of a bi-weekly ritual. Not only that, she tried to mix in other types of intimacy mid-week, so that SL Monk could get through the week easier. Her effort was nothing short of being heroic.
At first, Monk had doubts of her sustainability. He was mentally ready to leave anytime, and so he was in a watch-and-see mode. Since his life attitude changed to "carpe diem" now instead of pursuing some abstract everlasting life, he just wanted to live his life fully. He didn't want to look and plan too far into any future after experiencing death. He did not know whether he could live tomorrow, and he literally wanted to sing whenever he felt like it.
Week after week, month after month, year after year. Princess Pea loved Monk unconditionally. This time, Princess Pea had truly fulfilled her end of bargain in a marriage. Her love conquered any pain that she felt during intercourse or any bleeding due to abrasion resulted from it. But it came too late after Monk's spiritual self had departed. Many times, Princess Pea wanted to restore the original Monk back; many times, Monk flatly told her that insane person could never come back from death.
The ultra sensitive Princess Pea wanted her whole holy marriage back, but there was no resurrection of Monk's spiritual self. Not only that, Monk refused to celebrate any future anniversaries. It was too painful for Monk to even keep track and recall the number of marriage years that have passed. He simply didn't want to know.
On their anniversary of two decades, Monk pretended that nothing significant happened. Just another day. Princess Pea went out and spent the day alone by herself. She came home very late with great sadness. Monk thought to himself, "it was just one unhappy day for you per year. But it was like unhappy 180 days per year for me. " But of course, anything was too much for her because she was the ultra sensitive Princess Pea.
Monk, not remembering much of Princess' weekly sacrifices, simply lived his life in the new brash way, a way that was less considerate to Princess in various little ways.
