Happy Birthday, Bob Dylan! (Bob’s 70 today.)
Sometimes this is how I feel about the last few years with my ex. A little more honesty would have gone a long way. Maybe it would have freed me up a few years earlier. My dreams of growing old with D could have changed to other dreams. I don’t let myself think this way very often, though, because I don’t think it’s helpful.
I’ve always tried to believe that I was where I was supposed to be at that time. I learned things I wouldn’t have learned anywhere else or at any other time. I met people and was touched by them and they by me in ways that were meant to be. Some of the most important people in my life today I met during those years. So how can I look back with regret. I mean where would I be without S and R and their family. I got so much unconditional love from them and they literally prayed me through the divorce. I read somewhere that “a friend is someone who is there for you when she’d rather be anywhere else.” That makes me think about the first Father’s Day that D was gone and he caused quite a stir when he took his OW with him to his mom and dad’s house. Remember he had left me only two months earlier. S came up and stayed with me for hours. I’m sure she would have preferred to be home with R and their three daughters. She taught me a great deal about love that day. Her ability to give to others is rare and I’m glad I was in that place at that time and the recipient of such love and kindness.
I shall continue to look for the good that came out of hard times. In the meantime, it’s all right.