Crazy Time by Abigail Trafford is an awesome book for anyone going thru (or considering) a divorce or the breakup of a relationship. Click on the title to purchase this book for less than $10. It is WELL worth the money. And I give you one more quote from this book.
Autumn has turned into winter. He goes for a walk. People stare at him on the street. The glare from the snow hurts his eyes.
"I thought I knew (her) better than anyone else in the world," he says. "She loved to read. I thought if she couldn't read, she would die, the cells in her body would disintegrate. I once took her to a bar mitzvah and she was reading a book while we waited for our coats.
"Now she's married with a baby. All she can do is write her mystery stories and take care of her family. She has no time to read. Yet she seems pretty happy.
"This is devastating to me. I lived with her for twelve years and I had the arrogance to think that I knew her better than anyone else in the world. Now it turns out I didn't really know her at all.
"What that means is that maybe if I had known her as she really was, we could have made it."
The ghosts of the past prick up their ears. If I had known her as she really was, we could have made it. It's a haunting admission. It's also the key to getting a good psychological divorce. Garry sees his own responsibility for the breakup. It's not a question of right or wrong, good or bad, fair or unfair. Morality is not at stake. It's more a question of knowledge-knowledge of each other and knowledge of self.
IF I had known her as she really was... we wouldn't have gotten married. The man from this part of the story has a problem over-analyzing the small things in life and assigning a type of character to small inconsitencies, even tho he knows that they do not make up the 'whole' person. As much as I try, I still fight with myself not to make this mistake. I have a tendancy to judge people based on the little things they do or don't do. I surmize that by spitting a wad of gum onto the sidewalk, this person must be a waste of skin because I hate stepping on gum and getting it all over everything. People that bite their fingernails are automatically aprehensive about something in thier life, or nervous beyond control. I
f someone pauses while they are giving a lecture or speech, they instantly become a retard. Now you see what I'm talking about and to some degree, everyone does this. I think I have taken it a little too far. This is yet another thing that I am working to change. It has been added to my mental rolladex and filed under 'get around to me'. So, when I'm ready, it'll be there with everything else.
It is now time for the sun to start its ascent into our hemisphere and I must retire to bed to dream of whispering willows and warm summer nights. Oh how I long for a hammock to lounge in while I get served an ice cold Captain Jizr.
To all, I bid to good night, good morning, good mourning, good day, and such - Jizr
Autumn has turned into winter. He goes for a walk. People stare at him on the street. The glare from the snow hurts his eyes.
"I thought I knew (her) better than anyone else in the world," he says. "She loved to read. I thought if she couldn't read, she would die, the cells in her body would disintegrate. I once took her to a bar mitzvah and she was reading a book while we waited for our coats.
"Now she's married with a baby. All she can do is write her mystery stories and take care of her family. She has no time to read. Yet she seems pretty happy.
"This is devastating to me. I lived with her for twelve years and I had the arrogance to think that I knew her better than anyone else in the world. Now it turns out I didn't really know her at all.
"What that means is that maybe if I had known her as she really was, we could have made it."
The ghosts of the past prick up their ears. If I had known her as she really was, we could have made it. It's a haunting admission. It's also the key to getting a good psychological divorce. Garry sees his own responsibility for the breakup. It's not a question of right or wrong, good or bad, fair or unfair. Morality is not at stake. It's more a question of knowledge-knowledge of each other and knowledge of self.
IF I had known her as she really was... we wouldn't have gotten married. The man from this part of the story has a problem over-analyzing the small things in life and assigning a type of character to small inconsitencies, even tho he knows that they do not make up the 'whole' person. As much as I try, I still fight with myself not to make this mistake. I have a tendancy to judge people based on the little things they do or don't do. I surmize that by spitting a wad of gum onto the sidewalk, this person must be a waste of skin because I hate stepping on gum and getting it all over everything. People that bite their fingernails are automatically aprehensive about something in thier life, or nervous beyond control. I
f someone pauses while they are giving a lecture or speech, they instantly become a retard. Now you see what I'm talking about and to some degree, everyone does this. I think I have taken it a little too far. This is yet another thing that I am working to change. It has been added to my mental rolladex and filed under 'get around to me'. So, when I'm ready, it'll be there with everything else.
It is now time for the sun to start its ascent into our hemisphere and I must retire to bed to dream of whispering willows and warm summer nights. Oh how I long for a hammock to lounge in while I get served an ice cold Captain Jizr.
To all, I bid to good night, good morning, good mourning, good day, and such - Jizr
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