Trying to redefine "home" and myself after a cross country move and my estrangement from a loved one.
Saturday, June 11, 2016
"Be to my sad self, hereafter, kind."
The kindest thing that I can do for myself is to stop replaying situations in my head where I wish I had done things differently. "If only I had (or had not) ..." That is a cruel and pointless game.
Of course, I think that one of the reasons that I constantly replay such scenes in my head is that K won't tell me what I did this time to make him turn his back on me again. The last time this happened, he gave me a lengthy laundry list of my crimes. In that situation, I readied myself for a follow-up encounter where I could give my own version of the "crimes" he held against me. But, since he never gave me the opportunity, I got to replay my presentation over and over in my head.
The kindest thing that I could do for myself would be for me to do for myself what I would have him do for me: To forgive myself for whatever fallabilities which may have contributed to.
Perhaps some day, K will come to realize that it is better to have flawed individuals in our lives who love us, than to not have such individuals in our lives at. I accept him as a flawed individual. I need to be better at accepting myself as a flawed individual. If he cannot do that, his life we be much less rich without me in it; and someday, he will regret his banishment of me.
In the meantime, I need to learn from those sentiments myself. I should not sit around an wallow in self pity and regret. The kindest thing that I can do for myself would be to forgive myself. While I cannot control how K treats me, I can control how I treat myself.l
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