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I don't want to write about this
I don’t want to talk about or write about goodbyes. I don’t know for sure, but I don’t think you have said goodbye. You said leave instead, and that is what happened. Everything by your design. He is not angry. I have said to your daughter that I am not angry. I lied. I am angry. I am also afraid, sad, shocked and undone. The last straw that broke this camel’s back. We are what we create. You know this, at least the thinking part of you does – you’ve said the very words to me. The self help books are piled in corners, threatening to tumble out over themselves on the book shelves. Uselessly collecting dust. Empty words gathered before a closed mind. You preached all of those words – crammed the books down other people’s throats, demanded that they listen to you, do what you said…. But never have you done what you have said… never. I understand the fear, the anger that boils inside of you, the fear that drives you to push everyone away, to lash out and to refuse to face what is happening right now. I understand. I just don’t agree.I am angry.
It is easy for you to shut me out. To draw the bloodlines, to erase me, us from your life. Close your eyes, close your ears, and we disappear form your life. You don’t want to be judged, and I get that. I know that you want to beat this cancer that is taking over your body. I know that you want to be free of it – but the hole in your soul has been there long before the cancer arrived. Long before. I don’t want to write mean things about you, because I am not a mean person. I want to write the truth to you, and you can do what you want with it. I just need to say it.
The truth is – you are very ill. You make the choices that have lead up to this moment. It’s not his fault. It’s not your son’s fault. It is not your daughter’s fault. It's not anyone's fault. This is your path to live, or not. You made choices and now you are dealing with the consequences. Yes, it is scary. It is not going to be easy to do the work that you need to do to change, to heal, to move on. I want to believe that you want this. That you want to be better. Part of me thinks that you feel that it is easier to just disappear, to hide – and that goes beyond the pain and sickness… it goes beyond this life.
This breaks my heart. I know it isn’t about me – it is your life, your choice to make – but there are ripples racing out from the boulder that has been dropped in the middle of our pond. It is more like a tsunami, a tidal wave, threatening to drown us all.Somewhere in this chaos, or from it at least, I hope there will be healing, peace and the chance for something positive to grow.
What has to happen will – and has. The walls that you have been building are thick and high now. Before you cut yourself off from the light, I hope that you can hear just a word or two. I believe that there is always going to be a chance to choose to be happy, to find that peace within and live from that place. I hope and pray that you will find it in yourself. You are loved – even though you are so difficult to love sometimes. It happens that relationships don't work - sometimes people are not meant to continue on together, and it is time to part. He is a good man, and isn't angry with you. He wants you to be well, and loves you enough to leave without an argument. However you have blended and remolded the truth right now – I hope that some of it breaks through the walls to reach you. You are loved and you don’t need to be alone. Let the light in. Please.
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