The Unsent Letter

I’ve had this odd urgent feeling for a few weeks now, telling me that I need to write a letter to get closure on some things that never had closure. I was planning on sending it but I’ve changed my mind. I don’t think it will make a difference whether I’d send it or not, the message that I’m trying to get across, that I have been trying to get across for a long long time, won’t be acknowledged. I guess I just have to learn to accept that I can’t make a blind person see if this person is not willing to open his eyes. A shame really because deep down I care and I might be even hoping still that my message will get across.

Here’s my letter:

Over the last two years people I cared about passed away. In one week I lost two uncles, half a year later my favourite aunt. I had to find out thru the announcement I received three weeks after the fact, since she only wanted her immediate family at the funeral. Not even her sister. Then there’s an ex who had a cardiac arrest and two more family members from my dad’s side. I’ve had plenty of time to think about the past and life in general. And I feel there are things which I couldn’t explain at the time that are unresolved and need closure.

Back then, you’d opened up and showed me everything that was to know about you. All the stories from your past, a gift that I still appreciate and value no matter what you might think of me nowadays. I valued each and every one of them because they were about you and I wanted to know you. The person you’d showed me in your stories and pictures was someone who stood for something, someone who had accomplished so much, someone to be proud of. Someone who wouldn’t just give up, who was happy, smiling, content.

The person I talked to daily was a different one, one I had a hard time dealing with after a while. I tried to show you a silver lining but no matter what I did I feel I couldn’t make you see and it was starting to drag me down. After a while it felt like all I could do was listen but that should’ve been balanced: I needed someone to listen too. At first I was OK with it but after some time it was mostly a one-sided conversation without really getting opportunities to participate. So I became less talkative and instead started to shut down slowly.

The person that had to make ends meet each day was someone completely different from the one in the pictures or stories. I couldn’t deal with seeing someone struggle, someone I cared about. It made me feel inadequate and I had a lot to deal with myself at the time. I was in a place where I didn’t want to be, just like you, but instead of accepting it in a way, I fought back and although it took a while I succeeded. I came out better and stronger in every way possible which is something I’m proud of to this day.

But in order to get there I had to let go of everything that was holding me back one way or another. I needed every bit of positive energy to give to myself instead of others. I owed it to myself thus I put myself first because there was no other way to do this. Some might call it egocentric, I call it survival. I finally stood up for myself and it led to where I am today. Besides of what you might think I did not throw away any gifts. Just because I had to let go doesn’t mean I would throw out something that has been that important to me.

At times I feel sad that everything I’ve tried seems unappreciated. Resentment is an emotion that keeps you in that past, like everything else did that happened to you. It’s a refusal to let go, forgive and move on or learn. It tells me that no matter what I would’ve done, it would’ve ended like this anyway. I guess that I’m mostly disappointed with myself for expecting a tiny bit of gratitude instead. Letting go of your resentments is integral to not letting your past -read your childhood- interfere with your present.

Instead of making the right choice for yourself you cripple yourself once again.

Sell Me Short

It’s kind of sad when someone becomes so resentful and bitter that it will reflect badly on their future and its posibilities. I could see them end like that. I should’ve known better since I grew up with a person with an attitude like this and now I see another -actually three- become the exact same copy of emotionally draining negativism.

Tho it’s certainly not my responsibility, I do feel sorry for them, for not being able to take the good part from an experience, contemplate the whole, and move on without grudges. Over the years I’ve become tired of, and immune to hearing the constant whinging. Funnily enough, the one person I’d already given up on, drastically changed.

It’s because I’d changed my attitude towards her and showed her the consequences of verbally attacking someone. I would tell her exactly what I would do: because I refuse to listen to the constant nagging, she should either stop or I would walk out of the room. I didn’t realise that I was actually dealing with a three year old at the time.

But treating her like a three year old has paid off, she is now showing respect. At times the drama starts again -especially over the phone- but then I don’t say anything and now she knows that once I don’t react it’s no point to continue and she will change subject. It’s almost like I’ve been reprogramming a mind to enable it to think positive.

I’m happy it worked out like this because the bond has become much stronger since. I guess the negative attitude must have rubbed off on others though, either that or it is a gene pool issue and passed on in families. I’ve chosen to let go of a close family member because she became the copy. Calling her, only brought me frustration.

Last time I’ve spoken with her she’d become so self-absorbed, it confirmed my decision made months earlier, not to contact her again. I guess people are shocked because I’ve not set my boundaries with them before. So when I tell them I don’t wish to continue an off-ballance relationship, they become angry with me for telling my truth…

There’s a point in your life when you get tired of trying to fix everything and trying to make everyone happy. When you finally decide to quit, it’s not giving up. It’s realising you don’t need certain people, the blah-blah and the unacceptable behavior they bring to your life.