In the Silence…
As I was waiting for meditation to start this morning, I was looking out the window and looking at the flowers, thinking about a song…I had a thought.
Maybe he thought he was too damaged for me. But maybe he thinks of her as damaged too, and so he feels like they match. So he picked her.
She had screwed up her life as much, and in the same way he had, so they were in the same boat and he didn’t have to feel bad about possibly making her life worse.
That made me feel better for a moment. Because it kind of made sense, and nothing else he had said to explain why he left had made sense to me.
But what a sad idea. What a sad concept — that a person needs to be the same kind of broken as his or her significant other.