He Never Touched Me
All these years and I finally see what I haven’t been able to see before. I see it so clearly and I’m hoping that you, reader, can see beyond that “little” string that has been keeping you tied to someone that never wanted to be a part of your life but that you’ve always wanted to be a part of theirs: no matter how they treated you.
The picture unfolded so clearly to me this morning that there was no way for me to reject its existence. No way for the other person’s actions to be explained any other way than, he never touched me: mentally, emotionally and certainly not spiritually.
My very first blog post introduced you to the man who “beyond hope” I’ve always wanted to be my husband. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew once he was no longer married he would seek me out. Twenty two years later, he never has; and more than likely, never will.
But this morning my eyes were wide open to his side of the story: No matter how determined she is for me to be a part of her life, I don’t feel the same way about her as she feels about me. Sure, I want what she offers me, but that’s all. I’m not willing to work at having a relationship with her no matter how strongly she feels that I will: I won’t.
My Journey, My Story 