This blog page is just for me, as it happens. No plan, no theme other than the title ……….so.….
Past lives left in limbo
I'm not supposed to live in the past, yet I am made from the past and cannot delete what has been.
Therefore, today I'll touch on my past and the break up of my first marriage.
Without going into details, I simply want to say that I miss my family of in-laws from all those years ago. I split up back in 1980 and still wonder from time to time how they are, or perhaps if they are still alive.
Once separated and divorced, contact with my other family was difficult, and a little weird, so it stopped. For 10 years I had grown with my wife's family which had a younger brother and sister, a mum and dad and grandparents from her fathers' side.
My last visit to their home was awkward.
I remember sitting in the lounge room with her Dad and maybe her brother or sister (not sure which) and wondered at the strangeness in her dads manner. He was polite and friendly but …… awkward. Me too I suppose. It took a little while to recognise this, but when my eyes settled on a displayed photo, the penny dropped.
My ex-wife had married her boss and they had a daughter. An enlarged framed photo of a little girl looked back at me from atop the telly. Time had passed.
A few minutes later I left. I didn't really know it but I think I was grieving in a way. I never returned.
To be continued...….
Past lives left in limbo
I'm not supposed to live in the past, yet I am made from the past and cannot delete what has been.
Therefore, today I'll touch on my past and the break up of my first marriage.
Without going into details, I simply want to say that I miss my family of in-laws from all those years ago. I split up back in 1980 and still wonder from time to time how they are, or perhaps if they are still alive.
Once separated and divorced, contact with my other family was difficult, and a little weird, so it stopped. For 10 years I had grown with my wife's family which had a younger brother and sister, a mum and dad and grandparents from her fathers' side.
My last visit to their home was awkward.
I remember sitting in the lounge room with her Dad and maybe her brother or sister (not sure which) and wondered at the strangeness in her dads manner. He was polite and friendly but …… awkward. Me too I suppose. It took a little while to recognise this, but when my eyes settled on a displayed photo, the penny dropped.
My ex-wife had married her boss and they had a daughter. An enlarged framed photo of a little girl looked back at me from atop the telly. Time had passed.
A few minutes later I left. I didn't really know it but I think I was grieving in a way. I never returned.
To be continued...….