It’s a glaring omission. I get an image in my head (it’s unfortunately unoriginal, but hey, it’s what pops up): a small island in the middle of a vast sea. Mom and kids are on the island, hugging. Dad is adrift just off shore, in a rowboat with no oars; close enough to see what going on, but apparently uninvited to join. Oy.
Hubby and I were together for about nine years before we were
I learned, to my delight, that love and affection don’t come in limited quantities; that you can always make more. No one has to be shorted in order for someone else to get some. One’s world tends to expand in a family situation, and there’s plenty of room for everyone.
So where along the way - and how - does someone get left out of a proclamation of love, when they were there from the beginning and are still there?
Maybe she thinks, “Oh, he KNOWS what I mean”, or, “Pffft – he doesn’t care”. Hmmm, really? Quite an assumption there. OK, maybe he wouldn't have been offended. But what a missed opportunity to make someone feel special.
Breaks my heart every time.