Jacob Lawrence, "The Lovers," 1946
Jacob Lawrence, The Lovers (1946)
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September 10, 2010:

She lied frequently.

It made me feel threatened and angry. I suppose this is natural. But my behavior was ugly. Vituperative. Wounding, belittling. I made her feel bad about herself, and that was the wrong response, I'm sure, when we're talking about one of the true loves of your life.

It would have been so much better to forgive and move on. Whichever direction moving on implied.

But you can't know that until you've lived it. I couldn't, anyway. So that today this is one of the most painful of the lifetime regrets I would so love to do differently.