It’s All About the END GAME
“It’s all about the end game.” –> My husband’s favorite mantra these days. Every time we’d discuss someone’s predicament or the news, he’d somehow squeeze that line in… and make sense. He believes that if the end game sucked, every play used during the game was used in vain.
He loves using that phrase whenever we’d talk about people in their twilight years creating complicated situations in their lives like getting someone pregnant at the age of 60… and getting her pregnant AGAIN. So instead of enjoying his end game, he has to start all over again. Sure, it was his choice. He chooses to take the risk and became a father of two innocent children. But he hurt his first wife and children in the process.
The situation would’ve been a “little better” if he had oodles of money and could well support his new “wife” (there’s no such thing as divorce in the Philippines) and his two new kids even when he’s long and gone. Unfortunately, that’s not the case. He’s been struggling to support his first wife as it were and while his two grown up children have their own lives, they can’t help but worry what will happen to their two new half siblings when their dad no longer walks among us.
My husband and I would feel so bad for him because he’s basically a good person who has made a conscious choice which eventually hurt the people who love him… all of this towards the end of his game. We found it sad.
We made a pact that all the things we are doing now was towards a common goal: to have a spectacular end game. We have to make sure that all we’re working for now will eventually pave a wonderful twilight life for us. A life where we can look back and say that if we were to do everything all over again, we wouldn’t change a single thing. That our end game is what it’s all about.
