In 1948, Hank Williams wrote, “My Love For You (Has Turned To Hate)”
“I’ll ne’er forget, that sad, sad day
Darling that you went away
You told me that our love was true
And then you left me ‘lone and blue
Yes I received your note today
Saying you’d come back and stay
Don’t come back now it is too late
My love for you has turned to hate…”
My husband told me he did not want me to wind up hating him. I’d have been incredulous, but listening to him it was clear that what he was saying was possible.
“It’s not something you think, P. It just happens. You love someone, you love them forever. You hate someone you hate them forever. Something just gets pushed too far and that’s it.” He gave me examples I could not deny. “You don’t even want to look at that person anymore,” he said.
“No. No, I don’t want to see them again. It’s too painful.”
“Exactly. It is too painful and I don’t want this to happen to us. I couldn’t live with myself if it did. So we have to stop that from happening if there is anyway we can. I’d rather have this than that. I’d rather lose both my legs than be completely obliterated and have you not want to talk to me anymore. Or not be able to look me in the face. Come on, P, that is a worst case scenario.”
Can love turn to hate? Where’s your Venus?