Sitting here in the guestroom, waiting for the holidays to end so we can do a mediated separation, I just came back from watching the new Hobbit movie.
Watched it in IMAX 3D. It's a fantastically written, beautifully shot, wonderfully acted and directed masterpiece.
And I enjoyed none of it.
15 minutes in, I couldn't wait to get out of the theater. I forced myself to watch the whole thing like I forced myself to eat my favorite food earlier, but with a feeling of numbness. The more beautiful the images the more depressed I got. It was all I could do not to cry. And not the good cry, "what a wonderful, moving movie". The bad, "why can't I enjoy this?" cry.
What really gets you about this situation is the lack of enjoyment of what should be a wonderful, uplifting experience.
I hope this heartache ends soon.