When one look through a pair of rose colour glasses, everything look rosy; on the other hand, if you look through shit colour glasses... you know how it'd go. But no one should have anything, good or bad, too much too often.
Those of us who are skeptic usually refuse to put on these glasses, some may think it is pretentious; Wicked think it can distract one from the truth.
Truth can be as much of an abstract word as "Forever" (previous episode).
The first 14 months of Wicked's relationship with Chrisyero felt amazing, but the sceptic and alerted side of her is fighting with those amazing feeling. When she realise what supposed to be a fling had flung into something potentially long term, a huge red alert pop-ed up, series of questions had been making Wicked extremely uncomfortable:
How can 2 people so different mix?
Why can't people still see me as an individual?
Would it be so wrong if I wanted the bed all to myself sometime?
How does the different castes holding up?
Why would people want me to play a compassionate person?
How can I possibly make it last?
the fucking list went on and on and on...
and the biggest question, Why do I need to justify myself all the time?
When you are proud of your authentic self like Wicked, you might feel you had undone some of the things you had done to "make it fit?" when entering a long-term relationship?
When the transition from short term expirational/experimental dating into long term potential, one can not help to take off the rose colour glasses.
Because when everything look rosy you want to keep the rush, like a drug addict you just want more, but when you realise you gone too far to the point you stop recognising yourself - you know that you changed so much that you had lost sight of who you are; you can't help to question if this was truly love or just the rosy rush that you can't have enough.
As the rush wears off it felt like a hangover in galactic scale. You lost your way and feel scared, you are scared of yourself. A drug addict can go into rehab, but can there be a rehab for post-honeymooners?
As Wicked bounced to the stage that she felt so confused and scared of herself, she wanted to run away from Chrisyero, but before she did that she turned to the bitches...
Given time she realise when she took off the rose colour glasses, she put on her shit colour glasses, that's why everything looked like shit - and she was still steering too far from how she truly felt, just a different direction. She can not deny, this is her own fault for turning her into whoever she was, Chrisyero never asked her to change. She decided to be authentic of herself for her own mental health, and for a healthier relationship, she drawn the lines for herself to herself and, amazingly, her relationship self is not that different from her single self, she is still the fiery person who go for what she wants, not a person who ask for permissions and tells people to shove it in regular bases. She may not have random fucks anymore, but she don't force herself to make muffins, and meet and greet Chrisyero's friends if she don't feel like it. She think it is working.
A few months on to present time, Wicked realised it was the 500th day her and Chrisyero being together. She sent flowers to his office, he was amazed and amused, that's one good thing about him, he appreciates good things, not feeling embarrass because a bitch got him flowers. She taken off the rose colour glasses, but it doesn't mean his office can smell like roses. The florist ask why she is sending flowers to a man, Wicked responded "You do realise I'm paying you, right?"
