not really appropriate but...
I thought I had David down pat. I thought I knew him inside out. I thought that when he told me he had horrible stories to tell, he's just exaggerating. I thought that when he wanted to write a story about his life, well, it's just a way to feed male ego. Well, I thought wrong.
Sunday night, I was just casually talking to him about my day and what I did with my family. Somehow, the conversation drifted to him, and then he started to tell me a story about what happened to him years and years ago. I was shocked and deeply troubled. And it was even harder for me to imagine him turning out the way he has, despite what happened. He told me that he always asked himself that very same question. When I met him, I always thought that our worlds were not much different. But now, I see it differently. And now, I can see why he gets sensitive on certain issues and why, in the back of his mind, he feels that I would somehow betray him. I can now understand why he would value the affection I casually, even mechanically, give him.
I know it's been days since he told me. But, I'm still haunted by it and I feel like I have to let it out. I want to cry for him but he's already past that. I guess the whole point of this entry is, when you are bemoaning about your current circumstances and you hear someone say that other people have it worse, maybe it's a good idea to listen to what that person has to say.
Sunday night, I was just casually talking to him about my day and what I did with my family. Somehow, the conversation drifted to him, and then he started to tell me a story about what happened to him years and years ago. I was shocked and deeply troubled. And it was even harder for me to imagine him turning out the way he has, despite what happened. He told me that he always asked himself that very same question. When I met him, I always thought that our worlds were not much different. But now, I see it differently. And now, I can see why he gets sensitive on certain issues and why, in the back of his mind, he feels that I would somehow betray him. I can now understand why he would value the affection I casually, even mechanically, give him.
I know it's been days since he told me. But, I'm still haunted by it and I feel like I have to let it out. I want to cry for him but he's already past that. I guess the whole point of this entry is, when you are bemoaning about your current circumstances and you hear someone say that other people have it worse, maybe it's a good idea to listen to what that person has to say.