Story Share – Learning to Share Love

July 8, 2011

Here is  a link to a fabulous story on learning the meaning of sharing and the meaning of love… it’s called T’s Story, and I love the message within this story.


QoTD: Show Compassion

June 2, 2011

“Show compassion and forgive the people who try to hurt you, because THEY are the ones who are hurting and ignorant.” ~TBK


A Belated Mother’s Day Sentiment

May 9, 2011

Dear mom,

So I guess it could go without saying that I miss you. But I will say it again, I miss you. Sometimes I wonder if I miss the idea of you or the actual you. So much time has passed I’m not sure I could discern between the reality of you and the idea of you I have in my mind. All that is real to me anymore is the feeling of missing you.

Sometimes when I’m really sad, I mentally cry out to you. A wordless expression of pain and sorrow that you are not here – you are physically unpresent in my life. Sometimes when I’m really happy, I mentally cry out to you. A wordless expression of regret and loss that you aren’t here to share in whatever is bringing me happiness. Sometimes when I have no feelings at all, even then I cry out to you. My mom. The person who is not in my life anymore.

I cannot even describe what the loss of you is like. There is not a comparison that is comprehensible, at least not to me. It is an aching massive void right in the center of what makes me who I am. This massive void is the legacy you’ve left me. Unintentional though it was, your final gift to me was this void. It follows me where ever I go, always present and always reminding me of what I don’t have. You.

Sometimes I just want my mom. I just want you here. Sometimes I get so mad that you aren’t here. That you left. Which is silly because it wasn’t as if you had a choice. But still, I blame you. And that makes me sad even more.

I wonder constantly what our relationship would be like. Would you know me, the real me? Or would I try to hide who I was in fear that you wouldn’t, couldn’t accept me for who I am, warts and all? Would I feel sadness at our inability to really see each other, to be present for each other? Would that sadness feel as significant and inconsolable as not having you here now?  Who were you really? Did anyone know you truly or were you like most people, hiding behind a facade of societal norms and polite etiquette?

I will never know the answers to these questions and yet they are another part of the legacy you left me. A lifetime of sadness filled with unanswerable questions. These are the thoughts I have on this Mother’s Day. Another one where I am left with just a handful of memories of Mother’s days past.

Happy Mother’s Day.

Love,

Your daughter


In Defense of Forgiveness

May 3, 2011

In response to a comment in my last post, I didn’t mean to malign my former friend in anyway, shape or form. My honor comment was not an attack on her character or choices. I wasn’t questioning her honor because that implies I have the right to pass judgement on her. Something I think we as a society do way too carelessly. My comment was directed specifically on the action of not forgiving someone for an act or action based on this archiac and damaging belief that the offender doesn’t deserve forgiveness.

Forgiveness benefits the giver and the receiver if handled correctly. To refuse to forgive someone for any reason damages more than just the person who caused the offense. Refusing to forgive creates anger and bitterness in a person that carries over into all aspects of that person’s life. They may use it as an excuse or reason to not trust anyone every again, which is soul destroying. Soul destroying to the person refusing to forgive.

Perhaps some would argue that this is the result of the person being betrayed and the person who betrayed them is at fault or responsible. But that is simply not true. The only one responsible for a person’s emotions is the persons themselves. They can choose to hold on to the anger and hurt and feel justified in being bitter about the betrayal. Or they can deal with their emotions head on and find someway to forgive and move on. I’m not suggesting they have to move on with the person who betrayed them. But holding onto anger, hurt and bitterness over a sense of pride hurts the person doing the holding on the most.  The definition of honor is high respect or personal integrity. And I don’t see a lot of honor in holding onto past anger, hurt and bitterness and a refusal to find forgiveness in your heart. In that act, all I find is an unwillingness to confront personal demons and an unwillingness to learn and grow from life’s examples.

Even more, forgiveness is a spiritual process that allows a person to let go of resentment, indignation or anger against another for an offense or mistake. It is a gift that gives the most benefit to the person giving it. It is something a person does for themselves. It isn’t complicated or even difficult. It is a simple, soulful act that imagines a better future and the possibility that the hurt and pain caused by the betrayal will not be the final word on the matter. It builds confidence that a person can survive the pain and come out a better person.

Finally forgiveness acknowledges the humanity each of us has. It acknowledges the fact we all make mistakes, we all fall down sometimes and it isn’t the end of the world. It offers hope they we all can learn from the mistakes made and grow from it.  Forgiveness is not about condoning bad behavior or even about admitting right from wrong. It’s about letting go of bad feelings and the power we give those bad feelings over our soul. It’s about putting the past exactly where it belongs – in the past. Forgiveness, to me, is a matter of personal integrity.

I realize people can question my own personal integrity given the fact I chose to sleep with my best friend’s husband almost 10 years ago. One might ask, where the heck was your personal integrity then? And it’s a valid question. My personal integrity was severely lacking that night. I betrayed myself as much as my friend that night.

But two wrongs do not make a right.

I realize forgiveness is also not about remaining friends necessarily. I admit I don’t have the right to ask for either  forgiveness or remaining friends. But that doesn’t stop my heart for wanting both.


What Is Left Behind

April 19, 2011

Last year I reached out to my friend, the one I betrayed and hurt so terribly. I just felt it was something I had to do. I could not even explain it to you now why I felt this compulsion to reach out, to try once more, I just had to do it. Her response was as you would expect. Please leave me alone, she said.

I let her know that I would wait, always, with my door open and that I would try again in the future. I meant what I said then. But more time has passed and now I know that the time for my attempts are over. I must respect her wishes, though they go against everything I feel in my heart. I will never give up waiting for a time maybe never to come. A time where the life we shared and the memories we built would be stronger, more urgently felt than one senseless, thoughtless and selfish act.

An act of betrayal so profound, novels and movies and poems are written about it. I admit I’ve Googled “sleeping with your best friend’s husband” and the Internet is filled with people’s opinions on the act. None of them are flattering. Everything I read echoes what my friend said to me, and yet, there is a part of me that can’t or won’t accept what I read or what I was told. Yes, I think sleeping with your best friend’s husband – even once – is a rotten thing to do. Horrible. Wish I’d never done it. But I keep looking back on our past life together and remembering everything we shared as friends and it overshadows the horrible act.

But of course, I’m on the other side. I’m the rotten one, the betrayer. Culture is set up to flay someone like me and encourage my friend to kick me out of her life and turn her back on what we shared because of one stupid, selfish act. There is no “pro or con” list for this situation for the betrayed, no looking back over history and balancing what was and what could be. It’s kick the betrayer to the curb and close that door. And never look back.

I suck at never looking back in this instance. I’ve been cheated on more than once and in different ways. Because there is emotional cheating as much as there is physical cheating. There are lots of ways to cheat without actually having intercourse and I’m sure many of us have crossed lines we’d prefer our partners not cross with other people. Deceit comes in many forms. When I was faced with the deceit of my at-the-time partners, I chose to look at the grand picture instead of just the one act. I gave the benefit of the doubt allowing that person another chance to prove their love for me.

You just never know, you know? Good people do bad things sometimes and regret, oh so regret what they’ve done. I see no honor, absolutely none, in turning my back on a good person out of spite.  Out of anger or a sense of self-righteousness or whatever drives a person to do so. No honor at all.

But I’m not my friend. Heck, she isn’t even my friend anymore.

She is not my friend.

So I’m back at that last stage of grief – acceptance. I accept that the consequences of my selfishness and weakness are that I lost my friend. I’m not regretful I told her the truth at any moment because it was the right thing to do. Even if it took me a few years to do the right thing. I’m grateful for the time we had together as friends and will cherish the memories. I’m eternally hopeful that some day, in some way, she will remember me as the friend I was before that night.

And my door, my heart will forever remain open to her in case she ever wants to be my friend again.


QoTD: How to Make Relationships Work

April 6, 2011

“In order for a relationship to function properly, you must learn to forgive and realize people will make mistakes.”

 

I wish everyone could learn this truth.


False Conversations

March 19, 2011

Actual conversation after a visit to the store:

Me: (handing him a bag) Here, this is your stuff.

Him: Thanks. (drops the bag at his feet right where he stands)

Me: (snorts derisively)

Him: (pretending to be me) Why did you do that? I could’ve done that.

Him: (in response to the fake me) Well why didn’t you?

Me: Why are you are having this fake conversation with yourself?

Him: To save you the trouble.

Me: Well you don’t even need me around, then.


Love Kicks

February 28, 2011

Actual conversation at 3am on Monday morning just before he leaves for the airport:

Me: Moxi (kitty) keeps waking me up.

Him: (heavy sarcasm here) Gee I wouldn’t know what that is like – does she kick you awake?

Me: (laughing) Did I keep kicking you last night?

Him: Yes.

Me: I’m sorry. (slight pause) I think it’s your fault though.

Him: Of course.

Me: You have this new habit of lying in the middle of the bed so when I need to turn you are right there. I think it’s because you sleep alone in hotel rooms all week long.

Him: I think it’s because I am trying to get as close to you as possible.

Me: Aw. That’s sweet. Well now you will sleep better for the rest of the week since you will be alone.

Him: I sleep horribly during the week without you.

Me: (thinking) See, maybe you need to be kicked in the middle of the night in order to sleep better. I’m doing you a service. (grinning)

Him: Maybe.


Defining the Meaning

February 24, 2011

Actual conversation over the phone:

Me: I figured out why I was upset last night.  It’s because you want to do that DVD workout now but when I could do it and wanted to do it with you, you wouldn’t do it. Now I can’t do the workout because of my knee, you want to do it.

Him:  Can’t I be flippant?

Slight Pause

Me: Can you be what?

Him: Flippant, you know, flippant.

Me:  I don’t think that’s what that word means. I mean, what do you think that word means?

Him: Are you near a computer?

Me: Oh I’m looking it up. It means frivolously disrespectful, shallow, or lacking in seriousness; characterized by levity

Him: Oh.

Me: That’s not the definition you intended, right? You meant more along the lines of changing your mind about the DVD, right?

Him: Yeah, that’s how I meant it.

Me: See what I did there? You literally used the wrong word but I interpreted what you meant to say based on the context of our conversation. I did what you can never do with me, see?

Him: Uh-huh.

Me: I’m serious. You see what I just did there, right?

Him: I understand because you pointed out to me that I should understand but I don’t understand how I’m supposed to do that.


Hang Ten, Dude

January 17, 2011

Actual conversation in the van with a friend we had breakfast with during a layover at DIA:

Me: So this one time…. (going on and on, sharing some story with said friend)

I notice out of the corner of my eye my friend’s hand in between Jeff and me. I reach back to grab her hand and turn around.

Me: Oh.

I find her standing in a surfing stance in the back of the van.

Me: You’re surfing. (I let her hand go and continue my story.)

She starts laughing.

Her: You saw me surfing and just let me keep doing it while you told your story.

Me: It never occurred to me that it would be odd.

Her: I know and that’s what I love about you.


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