“In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others.” Andre Maurois
I remember how much you loved him, my girl. I couldn’t see what drew you to him at all and you couldn’t help but see him as all good. That’s the kind of person you are, though. You always tried to find ways to justify his bad behavior. You stayed by his side long after it was no longer healthy for you to do so.
He was arrogant, self-centered and oblivious to the destruction left in his wake. He tore through your life like a tornado. Longtime friends and close family members were tossed around like dolls in a high velocity windstorm. Few of us survived the black hole of his turbulence. In the end, even his betrayal of you was complete and without remorse. Right up to this very day, he doesn’t acknowledge any personal culpability for what happened to you. He still thinks I would welcome a visit from him and is baffled that I have blocked him from texting or calling me. Really!?
He’s moved on to his next victim now. I would feel bad for her if it wasn’t for the fact that she participated in his betrayal of you. I know what you would say, though. “I think maybe he’s a better man now, Mom.”
I love you and I miss you. So much.