The unbearable heaviness of being

In this week's Next Magazine, there is an article about a woman who suffers from delusional disorder, but the focus of the article is on the husband of the woman, who takes care of her all these years.

15 years ago, this woman killed her 13-year-old daughter with a knife and strangled the other daughter, who was 8 years old then. When the husband arrived home from work, he discovered the crime scene. The wife was later diagnosed of suffering from delusional disorder, an illness which led her to believe that the world is conspiring against her and therefore she needed to kill her daughters to protect them. She was convicted of manslaughter and was sentenced to psychiatric treatment.

The husband bears no hatred towards the wife. He quit his job to take care of her and he even blames himself for not discovering the wife's illness earlier and getting her the proper treatment.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the planet, rumour has it that Kate Hudson is splitting with her husband after six years of marriage because of Owen Wilson. Allegedly Kate and Owen hit if off while filming a movie together.

I like Kate Hudson and I am not being judgemental here. I write about her simply because I read about it on the same day I read about the husband, and it strikes me.

What is true love? I think true love is a choice. You make a conscious decision and you stand by it. It takes a lot of faith and a lot of hard work.

Wah, true love is such heavy stuff. No wonder divorce lawyers are making so much money.