Today’s prompt is REFLECT.
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I thought you’d be around more often once you moved to the same area, but you arranged things so you’d be gone for months at a time.
You continued on with your own life, your own dreams, and I was left behind.
When you returned I was conflicted: excited to see you but resentful that you’d receive such a reception after choosing to leave in the first place.
I constructed a moat in my mind, a separation between us so I could hold you loosely, not care if you were nearby, not rely on you since I felt you’d become unreliable, despite your ideals or desires. I didn’t understand your need to do it, your need to pursue an independent life of adventure away from the rest of us. You tried to explain it was something you had to do for your own health. I didn’t understand that, probably can’t understand until I’m in the same position and life station.
Then when you wanted a voice, wanted a say in the plans we’d make, I resented it, felt you had abdicated that right by being far away.
I’m sorry.
I was petty.
I was small.
I was cowardly, holding my thoughts and feelings inside. I lacked the bravery required to have the hard conversations. Leaving things unsaid was my attempt to allow the sediment to settle back into place, let the murky water clear so I could see the relationship for its beauty instead of the small irritants or unintentional, momentary offenses. In the midst of trying to let things roll off my back, I collected some of them along my spine and they became a residue
that tainted my internal attitude.
I’m sorry.
Those things were petty and unimportant. I was wrong, even if you didn’t know I was being wrong.
(Photo credit: dotpitch)
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Today I’m linking up with Lisa-jo Baker and the crew who join her to do Five Minute Friday. She gives a word prompt and people write for five minutes. No second guessing, no censoring, just writing for the fun of writing. Silence your inner critic and write. It is open to anyone who is interested, but there won’t be any more link-ups until January.
When something is bothering you, do you keep it to yourself or talk it out? How do you handle it when you’ve been wrong? In what relationships do you find it most difficult to admit fault…and why?
Richelle Wright says
hard words… but often ones that need to be said : sorry… i was wrong, even if you didn’t know i was being wrong. powerfully honest post. thank you.