there once was a girl...
who got involved with a boy -
it was sordid and naughty and in it, the girl learned how to lie, bend morals and rationalize behavior that hurt others and was naught but self-serving.
In time, the girl and the boy were no longer involved and confessions were made and reparations made as best she could.
15 years later - this girl heard from this boy.
She was unsure how to proceed, but tempted the danger of communication.
there was flirtation (harmless she thought) started by him and engaged in by both.
There was a phone call - and she remembered WHY she had made so many questionable choices regarding this boy. He was still persuasive, charming and nearly sociopathic in his lack of scruples.
He made a proposition that in years gone by, she would have maybe taken him up on - risking relationships (his and hers) by lying, cheating and generally behaving badly. She was torn up inside by this conversation and discussed it with her current partner of many years. He turned on the harsh lights of reality and exposed the subtle manipulations of the boy's words. She was angry at herself for even vaguely listening to the boy of her past - and saddened that he had not grown into someone of more integrity.
They communicated briefly after that - the girl and the boy - mostly about mundane family things, careers and a smattering of flirting. The boy attempted more than once to entice her to reconnect as they once did - even advising that his skills had improved and she had much to gain from the interaction.
The girl valued her current lifestyle far more than revisiting an old bed of trouble and lies. She refused.
Time passed and there were sporadic communications - nothing of import.
Then, after making a joking/flirty comment that was harmless and merely referred to ancient history - the girl received a vitriolic email from the boy's current partner. She was called names, accused of absurd things and placed as the villain in the tale.
the girl was hurt and confused at first - the things she was accused of were not HER propositions, but the boy's. According to this version, SHE was the one who was turned away from her desires for his bed, not the other way around. Even so far as being accused of wishing to 'allow (his partner) into the bed with them'.
The girl responded, defending herself with the truth, but knowing that it would most likely fall on deaf ears.
The girl knows that hurt has been done - neither willingly nor with intent.
There once was a girl - she grew wiser and learned from her past and moved on.
There once was a boy - whom the girl thought had done the same.
From the woman the girl became to the girls that have still to learn, there is much truth to the fable of the rattlesnake:
~~The little girl felt she had been safe all this time and the snake had kept his word, so she would take it home as asked.
She carefully picked up the snake, took it close to her chest, and carried him back to the woods, to his home to die. Just before she laid the rattlesnake down, the rattlesnake turned and bit her in the heart. The little girl cried out and threw the snake upon the ground. "Mr. Snake, why did you do that? Now I will surely die!" The rattlesnake looked up at her and grinned, "You knew what I was when you picked me up." ~~
Rattlesnakes do not change...
it was sordid and naughty and in it, the girl learned how to lie, bend morals and rationalize behavior that hurt others and was naught but self-serving.
In time, the girl and the boy were no longer involved and confessions were made and reparations made as best she could.
15 years later - this girl heard from this boy.
She was unsure how to proceed, but tempted the danger of communication.
there was flirtation (harmless she thought) started by him and engaged in by both.
There was a phone call - and she remembered WHY she had made so many questionable choices regarding this boy. He was still persuasive, charming and nearly sociopathic in his lack of scruples.
He made a proposition that in years gone by, she would have maybe taken him up on - risking relationships (his and hers) by lying, cheating and generally behaving badly. She was torn up inside by this conversation and discussed it with her current partner of many years. He turned on the harsh lights of reality and exposed the subtle manipulations of the boy's words. She was angry at herself for even vaguely listening to the boy of her past - and saddened that he had not grown into someone of more integrity.
They communicated briefly after that - the girl and the boy - mostly about mundane family things, careers and a smattering of flirting. The boy attempted more than once to entice her to reconnect as they once did - even advising that his skills had improved and she had much to gain from the interaction.
The girl valued her current lifestyle far more than revisiting an old bed of trouble and lies. She refused.
Time passed and there were sporadic communications - nothing of import.
Then, after making a joking/flirty comment that was harmless and merely referred to ancient history - the girl received a vitriolic email from the boy's current partner. She was called names, accused of absurd things and placed as the villain in the tale.
the girl was hurt and confused at first - the things she was accused of were not HER propositions, but the boy's. According to this version, SHE was the one who was turned away from her desires for his bed, not the other way around. Even so far as being accused of wishing to 'allow (his partner) into the bed with them'.
The girl responded, defending herself with the truth, but knowing that it would most likely fall on deaf ears.
The girl knows that hurt has been done - neither willingly nor with intent.
There once was a girl - she grew wiser and learned from her past and moved on.
There once was a boy - whom the girl thought had done the same.
From the woman the girl became to the girls that have still to learn, there is much truth to the fable of the rattlesnake:
~~The little girl felt she had been safe all this time and the snake had kept his word, so she would take it home as asked.
She carefully picked up the snake, took it close to her chest, and carried him back to the woods, to his home to die. Just before she laid the rattlesnake down, the rattlesnake turned and bit her in the heart. The little girl cried out and threw the snake upon the ground. "Mr. Snake, why did you do that? Now I will surely die!" The rattlesnake looked up at her and grinned, "You knew what I was when you picked me up." ~~
Rattlesnakes do not change...