A month ago, just after Christmas, a misunderstanding occurred that resulted in one of my favorite people going on at some length that they were opposed to something that we as a family had planned to do. The ranting continued long enough that there was no doubt as to their opposition and in fact had gotten to that awkward point where everyone present was busying themselves in other things and trying to pretend it hadn't happened. We accepted the overwhelming perspective as best we could and departed for home with as much humility as we could muster. And while it would be nice to note that the energetic and dissenting party later apologized or at least addressed the uncomfortable situation, that part never actually happened. Not a word was said or the slightest hint of contrition in regards to the pain that had been caused.
And then a week ago, I posed a question or request of another of my favorite people. The response came quickly and clearly that they were too busy to accommodate the scenario that I had proposed, and there was little point in persisting in the folly that was my continuing efforts. This was painful as well.
After both of these taking place in such a short time and with those people being of such importance to me, this was really tough to take. It felt reminiscent of being depressed and the complete uncertainty about what was going on in people's approach toward me.
To this point, I have not responded to either person for fear that I would say / write something that was far beyond appropriate. But... Life goes on...
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