So, I allowed the grade school games to affect my life for just long enough. Today, Memorial Day, is the opportunity I choose to end the nonsense for good. Some may notice a conspicuous absence from my Friends Column. Yes, Mr. is gone. I had to amputate today...inflict a wound in the short term to gain greater health in the long run. He made a decision, for better or for worse, and so did I, for that matter. Our continued conversations, occasional lunches, and other contact just keep me in a bad place, ultimately. Sure, I do love to hear him laugh over something I wrote, and I will miss hearing his mirth. But we seem to be toxic to each other lately...at least on my end I suppose. To be disrespected on his page in the public comments section is over the top. I may jab, and cajole, laugh, and point out the painfully obvious, and yes, on my page I've said my peace, while still trying to remain civil and protect names and identities. But not everyone plays by my rules. And I won't allow that behavior to affect me any longer because I am so much better than all of it. He & I had a conversation about it, and he agrees, has promised to "address" the situation.
So the craziness ends today for good, because I say so. It's really too bad that a man can be so blind to the enormity of the mistake he's made, and even more so...that he could refuse to change course even after he's seen the error. Inconceivable. Why?
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