It’s been nearly 3 months. Not a word spoken between us, save for a brief comment and reply via e-mail. I’ve had surgery. I missed a very special day for someone else because I didn’t know when it was. I feel the threads of the tie that used to bind us becoming thinner and thinner with each passing day. I don’t know what to do. I’m sad for the phone calls left unanswered. The one time I was brave enough to leave a message, it went unheard…or at least, ignored. My heart breaks at the thought of the hurt that is being mounted up without cause…at least not one that I can identify.
I’m not perfect. But I’m not going to make apologies for myself either. I am living my life respectfully, thoughtfully, prayerfully. My priorities have changed; as they should when a family changes from 2 to 4. But my heart remains the same. I know my family. I know my friends. I know my God.