A few months ago I purchased a movie that I had seen back in 1967 but I'm afraid to watch it again but want to because I was preoccupied during the movie itself. It's "A Man For All Seasons" based on St. Thomas More's experience that led to his inquisition and ultimate execution. My wife won't watch the movie for much the same very emotional reason even though she never saw it. Here's why I haven't yet been able to gather enough muster to watch it.
Back in early 1967, I was in love with two very devout Catholic women at the same time even though I myself wasn't Catholic. One of them was a old girlfriend who simply was the single nicest person I had ever met before. She had dropped me two years previous but fate brought us back together in late 1966 and early 1967, and our renewed relationship got intense very quickly as we both were college seniors getting ready to graduate soon. The other woman I dearly loved, also a very devout Catholic, I had met the year before, and we got "carried away" one night near New Year, if you know what I mean.
In early February, 1967, the latter told me she thought she was pregnant but wasn't sure, and even though I loved her immensely, I didn't know if I could leave the other woman who literally had changed my life. To try and figure this out, I took the former girlfriend to see "A Man For All Seasons", and by the end of the movie I concluded that I had to go with the one I got pregnant. It was a VERY tough decision, and it was very traumatic for all three of us.
I also had to figure out before and during the movie how I would handle letting someone that I loved so very much and who changed my life go, and that really depressed me til no end. The next morning I called her, and it was the single most depressing conversation in all my years. Fortunately, I saw her about two month later and she seemed fine, but it was so strange for me, a married man with a child on the way, talking to one I still loved so very much. It was all too surreal.
Anyhow, my wife and I have been married for 51 years, but the memories of that emotional confusion still brings tears to my eyes, so now maybe you can understand why I'm literally afraid of watching the movie again and why my wife won't watch it.
BTW, there's more to that story involving St. Thomas More but in a different context that's equally nuts, but I'll stop at this point.