Disappointment

My truck was packed and ready to go. We had just gone over the final details the day before. The race started in five hours. When I got to my friends house to pick him up, he told me that he had changed his mind. I was literally stunned. The relationship has never been the same.
Disappointment is hard.
I have a relationship where we used to talk all the time and then it stopped. I didn’t get it at first. But eventually I understood the phone would never be answered. The relationship has never been the same.
Disappointment is hard.
I lied to someone for years. Every time I would get caught, it would whittle away at the trust. One day, it was over.
Disappointment is hard.
I was lied to for years. I knew I was being lied to, and did my best to manage it. The anger and disappointment won over.
Disappointment is hard.
I should have written those thank you cards.
Disappointment is hard.
I see the brutality of disappointment creeping into my son’s consciousness.
Disappointment is hard.
I let someone down this week.
Disappointment is hard.
That race? I went by myself. I was strong. I grew.
The phone? Still not answered, but I’ve grown to accept the relationship for what it is.
After years of lying, I surrendered and found myself and no longer feel the need to lie.
The years of being lied to provided me with just enough disappointment to have the strength and desire to see through the illusion.
It’s disappointing to disappoint and be disappointed.
That’s the path.
Yin is yang.
Black is white.
Contraction is expansion.
Still evolving…