ROMANCE: WRONG CHOICES LONG TERM EFFECTS

ROMANCE: WRONG CHOICES LONG TERM EFFECTS

ROMANCE: WRONG CHOICES LONG TERM EFFECTS

Wondering “what could have been” can be avoided. This article tells you how.

I used to see her daily. Same place, same time. She would always be walking northward same position. I would always be walking across the street from her going southward. We lived in the same neighborhood (just not on the same street). Her street used to be a forest (now turned into a neighborhood). She was relatively “new” to the neighborhood. She was beautiful. Each day I would look her way hoping she would acknowledge me. Each day she made it her resolve to totally ignore me. She knew I was there (as will be proven in later paragraphs).

Years passed. During that passing (and I’m using the word “passing” deliberately) time, I had joined a “preaching” religion. I was very active with in this religion. Members would often invite me to their social gatherings. At some point I found out that the very same female I used to see walking was a member. She had married and moved down South. Her parents and I were members of the same congregation. I have heard “horror” stories of this female’s marriage. Her husband was controlling and abusive. I was now in a relationship with one of the members of that religion.

The Moment Of “Truth”

The day finally came. And this will always be an “important” day to me. As a child I remember this radio song. The song was about a father who never had time for his son. The father would always “promise” to do something with his son, “some day (soon)”. The father became older. The father now wanted time with his now adult son. The son responded with the same “you’re just not important enough” excuses that “dad” previously used. It doesn’t always happen: yet sometimes (many times), what goes around comes around.

It was Sunday Morning. The congregation was packed. I was now in a relationship with a member of the religion. I was serving in “deacon” capacity and “running around” like a headless chicken.

There she was: Mrs. “why couldn’t you at least look at me (or even speak to me)”. She was still very beautiful, but so very sad. You could “feel” her anguish.

There was something totally different from the “girl” who used to walk pass me years ago. She kept looking at me. I was personally very busy with my “duties”. Yet she continued to stare at me. That may have been the first (or at least second) telepathic “communication” I’ve experienced with a female (females are very mystic).

I could tell that she was hurting. I got the feeling that she was trying to tell me “sorry” for ignoring me. I “think” she wanted me to speak to her. I decided not to speak to her. I was very busy with congregational assignments. Either way she was married and that religion had strict beliefs in this regard.

I’m sure there are two sides to every story. Either way, she chose to totally ignore me years ago. Maybe then I wasn’t the type she was attracted to. Maybe the type she was attracted to and married, was not mature enough or considerate enough to give her real love. Who knows? It just wasn’t my problem (any more).

We humans often don’t want to “grow up”. We’ll try just about “anything” to look, stay, and feel young. Yet, maturity and aging is a part of life (and eventual death). One shouldn’t wait till a funeral, wedding, or any other “impactful” event to want to “change”. I remember so many people saying the 2008 election changed them. It’s years later, and many of those people haven’t “changed” in any way.

I’m not being mean or judgmental. I’m being honest. I’m sorry that female (and I don’t know her name because she refused to talk to me) made a bad choice for a “man” to wed.

But she also made a bad choice (which she later rejected).

All she had to do was say “hello”.

This article is can be freely edited and utilized as long as credit is given to its author (Gary Colin).