Clanishers of the Vanishers...
We get so little from them,... sometimes nothing at all, but if they do give us a tiny little speck,
Are we guilty of overanalyzing that speck to death?
Years ago The Leaver wrote to me (buried in other things b/c we were texting back and forth about financials) that I was "lucky to enjoy the fruits of his labor"...
That tiny little comment drove me mad for years... I'm not kidding, for years. We BOTH worked our @sses off, he was just as lucky, if not more lucky, to enjoy the fruits of my labor. That d!ck, I churned around night over night monkey-braining for years over that one tiny comment. Now, if we were still married, and he made a bone-head comment (as spouses tend to do), I would have sulked for a bit, then I would have brought it up. We would have discussed it and it would end up being forgotten as a momentary lapse of judgement.
Since he is gone, I just sat and sulked, and sulked, and sulked... and never got the opportunity to discuss. Who was that hurting?
So, finally years later, with that comment sitting inside me like a lead weight,... we finally had a talk. That one talk on the phone I always discuss on here (you know, him feeling like he is living someone else's life and vomiting every morning), before his confession, I brought up the comment he made years ago about me being lucky to enjoy the fruits of his labor....
Silence on the other end, finally...
"I said that?"
Ugh... he didn't even remember writing those words? Of course he didn't. Like I said, those words were buried in a heated discussion about who was going to pay for the kids phones, or something like that. You know what? I don't even remember one tiny bit of what we discussed that day except that one comment. It's not a "fog", it's just the normal way the brain works, we only remember what is important to us. It was an off the cuff comment that meant nothing to him and everything to me.
So I replied...
"Yes, I remember word for word like it was yesterday"
He apologized,...
"If you said I wrote that, then I believe you, I'm sorry... You always worked very hard and we were all lucky to have you."
Sometimes they say things they don't mean and we let it eat at us... for years.
Why do we waste so much time worrying about what THEY think? I knew I worked hard, I knew my worth. Yet I let that one comment eat away at me. What a waste of lost sleep.