No matter where or how I place this ball; no matter where or how I place myself, I always see me looking back at me. That seems significant today more than usual.
To those who have been reading my blog for a while, you are well aware that I have been all too willing to blame my ex for what he did to me and to our families. He certainly has his share to bear. I don’t want you to think, though, that I blame all of it on him. I think I am past the hand-wringing dither I was in at the beginning. That’s when I stayed awake nights asking what I did wrong and what I didn’t do right.
I’m talking now about the failure of both of us to nurture our relationship. To cherish the good times and the things we liked (even loved) about each other. To ignore more of the irritations. But most of all to talk about the good and the bad. It would have reinforced the positives and mitigated the negatives. I can’t put a finger on when we stopped talking and sharing. We would talk non-stop for hours when we first met. That’s one of the things I so loved about D. Somewhere through the years we made too many wrong mistakes. And I regret it.
I read recently that every story has a moral. The moral to this one? Communicate!!!