Shades of grey

He entered the house looking a little fatter and a little different so much so I couldn’t recognize him. His eyes looked tired and sad I thought that maybe marriage does take a toll. That youthful look, a particular shine was missing. It made sense he was 40 years old, about time. Nobody in life is a victim and no one’s a sinner. They say even a murderer’s act can be justified by his past. Monsters are made, not born. Not all marriages end in old age, some end in empty houses with everything missing. Only the dust on the floor telling what was there earlier. A goose chaise of finding your wife and running into her ex husband who is looking for his child. But how did this story begin, how did she come in, how did he let her in. Some would say let him be, it’s all in the past now, no use of getting the story straight now. Let him be.