Would you rather... 2

You're dead. You're face-to-face with St. Peter, and there's a wait for some reason. (I know, Murphy's Law, right?) The good Saint mentions that the Pearly Gate-o-Plex now has a new special feature for just such instances of inconvenient death. (The zen-like "But where else do you have to be?" argument didn't go over very well with the pushy, dead New Yorkers). St. Peter offers to let you review one of the larger decisions of your life while you wait and to explore the kind of what ifs that accompany large decisions.

You pick your marriage. Or, rather, you choose to review your choice of spouse because there was, way back when, a runner-up. You only pick this decision because, well, you're a reaslist: they haven't mentioned anything about being able to change anything-- they're just offering insight into your newly-ended life-- and why sit at the Pearly Gate-O-Plex with a Puss on your face? Perhaps you stayed at that job too long or you had one too many kids, but youre at least sure of one decision: you loved your marriage. You always felt challenged and fulfilled in every healthy way.

And what had happened to the door #2 person? You'd heard they'd gone bankrupt and ended up moving back in with their parents (last you heard). Besides, the reason you passed this person up was because you never felt truly loved by them. Not that it was their fault. You know they cared, but not in a way you ever understood or could appreciate. Not like the spouse-of-the-year-every-year person you actually married.

So Saint Peter hands you a 12.2 megapixel cloud with 'Your Marriage' scrawled in gold leaf over the top, and you go sit down on one of the clumps of condensation that are the waiting room at the PG-o-P. What becomes obvious though, as you sit there, is that this "easy decision" you chose to review was actually not as simple as you had thought at the time. The person you married never felt as fulfilled and challenged as you did. They understood you, and therefore did what they knew you needed, but only to keep you around. Every time you euphoricallly closed your eyes after a smooch, they were rolling their eyes. You're still not sure if they were unfaithful- you had to put the 12.2 mpxl cloud down before you got to that part.

And as for the "runner up," they loved you more within the first few weeks than your spouse ever even came close to. They ended up with someone they cherished and respected- cuz that's just the kind of person they are- but not until their mid-40's, and only once they had completely gotten over the possibility of ever being with you.

Totally dejected, with the puss on your face that you'd tried to avoid at the otherwise happy Pearly Gate-o-Plex (ok, maybe not happy, but there's a very palpable sense of relief), you take the 12.2 mpxl cloud back to St. Peter.
"Thanks, but I'd rather just wait," you tell him.
"Actually," St. Peter raises his hand, "Now that you've seen all sides of your decision, would you like to go down there and try it again?"

Do you take St. Peter up on his offer to give it a go with the person that loved you more from the start? Or do you just sit back down and continue to wait? Which would you rather: a love that totally fulfills you, or a true love that you don't understand?