You know, it strikes me that those with MLC gave up so much that was good and warm and true in their quest for newness and a supposed last chance at happiness. And we were so bereft in those early days.
But 2 or 3 years on, what do we find?
We have kept all that is good and warm and true (including ourselves) and gone on to found a rich and fulfilling life. Meanwhile, they are left clinging to the wreckage they created, which has not turned out to be the wonderful mirage they glimpsed through the fog, and so rushed towards, like lemmings going over a cliff.
Your h is now clinging to the memory of all that he left behind and is probably - no definitely - gobsmacked at witnessing the gold into which you have turned your life. Mine too. Even his beloved mountain biking has lost its power to excite.
I do not think that your h can be under any illusion that he is the winner here!
They seem to be trapped into a life which is even more mundane than the one they felt compelled to escape from, blaming us for their ennui and boredom. How much dismay they must feel to see us having moved on to recreate our lives, and weaving a tapesty of such richness. Whilst they are trapped in a prison of their own making, having taken their inadequacies with them.
We do enjoy and we are happy. Some people just do not seem to have much of a capacity for either it seems.
I feel so much optimism for 2007 and know that you will continue to reap the golden harvest of the life you have created out of the misery your h left in his wake when he gave up so much that was truly fulfilling.
Much love
Jaybee xxxx
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers
