Every now and then, I see glimpses of the woman I fell in love with and M'd. Then, as quickly as she appears, she's gone again.and then it makes me think....do I want to live with glimpses?
Hell, in the last two weeks I've seen the first two glimpses in fourteen months. And those glimpses were broaching the subject of remorse. Almost - almost - got sucked in. Instead I emailed her after the phone call
Originally Posted By: Gardener
Subject: Our final email. (Mrs. G),
I just said, "I was changeable. You were changeable. We were improvable."
You agreed.
You said you harbored resentments that you never gave voice to, that you were never taught to give voice to.
And I admitted to the exact same thing, adding that I realize now that my resentments toward you were really misdirected resentments against myself: resentment for accepting the unacceptable, for not voicing it, for fearing the conflict that voicing them would have precipitated.
We never - or very rarely - fought. We should have. I read two separate authors this year who said that never fighting is their number one indicator of eventual divorce. Who knew?
And yet, Wednesday we divorce. You and I. (Mrs. G) and G!. Divorce.
"Pride hears its voices and fear wins again And another cruel ending calls."
You have needlessly and selfishly destroyed everything. Everything.
Goodbye, (Mrs. G).
Gardener"
And then five days later she tries to put the screws to me in Mediation.
Keep your friggin' "glimpses."
Last edited by Gardener; 02/01/1002:57 AM.
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
