My family went to watch my niece do a "back hand spring" in a cheer-leading competition and to an amusement park.  They took first place and I for a while forgot about the world crumbling around us and preparing.  I was enveloped in family and support.  It was refreshing to not feel alone and just know things would be better whatever happened.
The reason I ran afoul was school.  I was working and studying to be able to do something I did not love and the sacrifices not worth the gain that could have been realized.  This is a major set back socially and financially.
This exposed flaw in my previous logic unraveled my relationship.  Now I can see things more objectively.   I am taking stock of the damages and lessons learned.  
Introspection is useless without context.  I have returned to my context.  It is a place where the value of things does not have a dollar sign.  This is allowing me to see where my "treasure" is and what is worth protecting.  There is a shoulder to lean on and someone who needs my shoulder.
My brother the ever so eloquent wordsmith, told me "You put the pussy on a pedestal."  I must agree.  I can see that fat, scared kid going to another new school who thought he was so lucky to have a beautiful, smart girlfriend.  
It marvels me to think that someone for whom I would have killed or died to protect would so readily dismiss me.  For not being supportive enough, wearing stained old jeans, or going to long without a haircut.  Lets not forget trying in a not fun enough way to prepare for the future and going on and on about politics.  As a friend at work said, "They only hear your snoring when they have fallen out of love".  Those things are only excuses to provide a cover their real feelings.
Looking through old pictures and thinking of trips and time together, trying to see just where I changed, when I stopped being supportive or romantic enough.  The threads all connect back to when my (our?) primary goal shifted to getting a degree to take a test.  This along with the critical mass of friends to provide her full support.
 
 
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