Finish the story begins with: “They say that life is a game of chess…”
Well mine is. It’s about manoeuvring, out manoeuvring, being manoeuvred, and finally not falling overboard and drowning.
Marriage can be like that. A game of chess with sheep stations up for grabs especially when the two involved are competitive.
Though in my case it was more a matter of staying viable long enough to not get check mated daily and taking stock of the possibilities of living to play another day, even when I knew it was all about being the whipping post with all the moves stacked against me.
But one day I did win. A moral victory is the sweetest kind. Not only did I win but what might have been a stalemate turned decisively my way in an instant.
Now days I play simply for the fun.