Some of you will be wondering how I've fared holidaying with an ex. I had wondered too.
Despite all the ups and downs of an adventure that didn't work out as planned, thanks to mechanics, it's been great in many ways.
I feel rather like I've rediscovered a friend. I've remembered why I liked him in the first instance.
We have been in each other's company almost 24/7 for ten days. Depsite some frustrations at our situation spilling over in minor moments, there are very few people whose company I could so easily share without having needed more space by now.
We have had conversations and not others, and ticked along with a little understanding and patience, with moments of much good humour. In his company, I can relax. I am me, and he is he. I hope.
Our silences are comfortable and safe.
I had worried that we may fight, or be frustrated by history. Instead, I have learned to cede control and trust him (I have also learned that I am bad at crossing roads in foreign countries!).
It is uncertain if people can ever fundamentally change too much of who they are (and with this in mind I wondered if demons of my past would reappear), but I am sure that we can use what tools we have differently. Maybe my hard work over the past year or so has bourne fruit after all and I have learned a little a least.
Once I had him on a pedastel. Now I hold him in regard, and as an equal.
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