137.02 Birthdays
Every September 15th for the past five years I was there. My heart breaks that this year I won’t be.
I did what I could on your birthday to let you know you matter, that you are all that matters, that you are loved. That I would always be there.
What more could I have done?
What more would I do now?
The question is, do you think she thought the same thing on this day?
And the answer is?
I’ll never know.
I was going to say she probably didn’t. And I don’t mean that to be harsh to you.
It’s okay. It isn’t harsh, it’s true.
I have no illusions about her state of mind. I cannot force her to look where she doesn’t want to see. All I can be is myself.
The woman that comes next will be getting a man that isn’t afraid of his heart and is owning his integrity.
I got this…
It’s not that she doesn’t want to see, it’s that she *can’t*. The next woman will be getting the man that you are *after* C suffered from the the man you were before- she went through then pain so you could give some other woman the gain.
Sure she *can* but for her own reasons *won’t*.
I’ll add, she can have the benefit of the experience, but she has to be willing to own her experience and walk through it. I’m here. I haven’t run. I have been open and am still growing through my experience.
The choice is still hers….