“I have lived on the lip
of insanity, wanting to know reasons,
knocking on a door. It opens.
I’ve been knocking from the inside.” – Rumi
If you have been reading this blog from the beginning, you know that I started it 7 years ago due to a broken heart that was making me go insane. This blog allowed me to get all the pain out without hurting others or myself.
All my readers/friends have been instrumental in getting me to where I am today: happy, free, ready to love again. It took me years to be totally over the the person that broke my heart. He is mostly a name from the past, a chapter in the book of my life that I don’t care to re-read.
Today, I get this email, that he made sure to send to both my professional and personal emails.
“Subject: Happy Birthday to my favorite twins in the whole wide world
I’m pretty sure that I remember you have a birthday at the end of March although I don’t know the number I remember that it’s a little bit before Nancy’s (one of his sisters) birthday please give each other a hug and a kiss from me and all the best wishes and love to you and your entire family
If you allow it I’d love to take you both out for lunch or dinner in New Rochelle or the city or White Plains anything that would work for either of you I would like to try to work out
Love”
I was annoyed at receiving that. How dare he make this attempt to make it seem that we can have a regular friendly relationship?
I don’t hold any grudges over anyone or anything. I normally always keep the door open for people to come and go as they please. If anything I give too many second chances. I am friends with guys I dated, and I am always willing to let everyone back in. I believe in second chances and redemption.
But with him it is different. I believed with all my heart he was the One.
The pain was too intense. The betrayal was too raw. The disrespect was uncalled for in every way. There was the game playing and manipulation. Knowing I was in pain he made it seem there was a chance to reconcile. I am ashamed to say that there was a point back there when I was willing to overlook everything to just be with him. I thank the heavens that in the end he never wanted to work things out.
And then there was the fact that he never acknowledged the cheating and never said sorry.
I forgive, I forgave, and I forget… for the most part, until he decides to rear his ugly head.
“Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.” ―
