A Man and his Dog

It’s amazing the info you remember when awake

at 3:00 a.m.

I need to purchase a new recording device as short-

term memory is ‘short’ these days.

The hands of the clock, tick-tock – tick tock, most

definitely move at the pace of a snail.

This week I shared answers to a few exercises from

my self-love journal.

One day I wrote ’bout a tragedy, a stillbirth, followed

by a miracle (birth of my ‘Rainbow baby’ two years

later on same date, near exact time).

A short share ’bout forgiveness and indiscretions.

Within days of returning home after the stillbirth,

a strange occurrence began during dinner hour.

The telephone would ring followed by a hangup

when I answered the call.

Approximately an hour later the person whom I

loved most in the world would leave (new regimen)

for a nightly walk with the Beagle on leash.

To spend some time alone after a loss can be

therapeutic for the paternal parent – known fact.

It didn’t take long to catch onto this new pattern.

The phone call was a signal and three hours

later man and dog returned home.

Although far from funny at the time, neither

of them lost an ounce.

There were lots of harsh words spoken and

the decision to remain married rather than to

divorce agreed upon by both.

People at vulnerable times often seek solace

elsewhere. Sad, but true.

If you’ve lived thru such an experience, you’ll

understand healing from a tragedy doesn’t

occur in the arms of another.

Indiscretions only exacerbate the situation

marital partners should work on together.

Sunday Poser #62

Today’s question:

‘Have you ever been hurt by your expectations?’

In my youth I lived two houses over from a Catholic

Church.

Early in a brand new school year I went with friends

to sign up for CCD class (Catechism).

To register a parent had to fill out the required form.

My Mother simply told me I couldn’t attend without

sharing a reason then placed the paperwork in the

trash.

Determined to learn about religion each Sunday I

attended Mass.

At first it was scary since I had no idea what to expect.

I watched other parishioners and since not an official

member knew better than proceed to the Altar for

Communion.

When I turned eighteen, I registered for adult religious

classes.

It wasn’t until my father passed away that I learned the

reason Church was off limits.

I had a half-brother. This was my dad’s second marriage.

Back in the 50s and 60s people rarely spoke about marital

indiscretions.

Above is one of numerous incidents throughout life that

created extreme distrust in humans.

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