The Beatles in August of 1965 released the single: The Night Before and today it carries a tune that my heartstrings are playing and that is the song of sorrow and disappointment. I have failed more times in matrimony and only Elizabeth Taylor and Mickey Rooney have me beat but this time I think the song has ended and the ties that bind will have to be ones made of bakery string instead of the chains of love. (Which is one my all-time favorite songs)?
I can’t go back that I know and in order for me to learn from this 13-year experience I must give up the notion that I am the marrying kind. Because if I am frank with myself the answer is that I am just not. I tried but it’s not in me. Does that make me a bad person? In the court of public opinion and the issues of my blended family it does. I will take away what I need and I know that I walked in my shoes and I walked in theirs as well.
I will also live knowing that I will probably never see these stepchildren ever again. I was already told that I will never see them across the Thanksgiving table and I will miss my 3 Father’s Day cards this year as I came up a week too short. I think I might have saved one or two and I can peruse them in the rocking chair one day.
The Night Before we said our goodbyes and as the bitterness turns to memories I will have a deep regret but know that I loved the way I could and no one, no one can tell me different.
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