Nobody asks me anything about the past anymore which one can assume to be a normal and healthy reaction. Let sleeping dogs lie now. It frustrates me however that people get uncomfortable when I talk about my marriage. It was five years. A drop in the ocean of life but a fairly significant chapter in mine. I want to be asked questions; find out how I’m doing, have I healed? Am I still a wreck? Do I think about the marriage? Let me talk.
People don’t ask because they don’t want to think about it. They don’t want to think about what happened to me as they don’t want any emotion to be evoked in them. Because it hurts them. Them. THEM.
Do you see?