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I thought I was over the hurt and the anger. Obviously I have more work to do.
This past 18 months has been one challenge after another after another. They’re not stopping. So many times I wished I could just reach out and hear your voice and have you tell me everything was going to be okay. I would’ve believed it. Instead you asked for patience, again and again and again, and every time you did you promised a little less — at first we had a bright future and we’d laugh about this one day, then you were easing things in the right direction, then you had to keep quiet to keep the peace, then you had to go with the flow, then you could only observe.
You used to tell me ‘As it is’. Accepting things as they are.
Did you ever say that to your wife? Did you say — I’m sorry, but It Is As It Is. I love her, and I promised her I wouldn’t cut her off, I promised her that if you wouldn’t accept her as part of our lives that I would set you up comfortably somewhere, and she and I would be together.
Or was ‘As it is’ going to be your excuse for abandoning me all along?
