If I've heard the phrase, "We all come into relationships with our own baggage." once, I've heard it a thousand times...but you know what? I'm just starting to realize what it really means.
These last two days since the separation have been the best so far. Not because of anything that I may deem earth shaking, but because I had this epiphany yesterday...it's not all my fault. Mind you I didn't say that it was any one persons fault. The demise of our marriage is a combination of the actions and the lack of action of both my soon to be ex and myself.
Relationships are like those really long vacations that people take. When people go on long vacations, they pack all kinds of things, most of the time they over pack, dragging stuff from home that they don't even need, stuff that they won't even use. But they bring it any way....Why? Because they think that they can't live with out it. So you go on your vacation and each day you only take out what you need, nobody takes all of their things out and actually put it away in those really nice drawers that the hotel provides. But it's inevitable, by the time you get to the end of the vacation, everything you own is scattered all over the hotel in some sort of tragic disarray waiting to be picked up and thrown into the same bag that you brought it in.
Both my soon to be ex and myself came into this marriage with our own set of baggage and the good and the not so good of our lives that was neatly packed away. As our marriage went along we slowly drug out the contents of our baggage....and if we had been paying attention, we probably would have noticed that we didn't bring the right things for our tip.
As for me...I think I need to get rid of some of the crap in my bag....and just take the best of what I have...on my next trip.
Siempre Libre
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