Wrinkled or spoiled relationships?

Every new encounter is a blessing. At least that’s what I’ve convinced myself for the past few years. No matter which outcome or misunderstandings I may have, they always bring me something extra, help me to grow.

It’s been three months since that person came into my life. It was only after a month that I experienced the attraction. We were so close that we actually woke up and slept together; we corresponded regularly and encouraged each other with positive thoughts and words. Not to mention the advice and teasing that enlivened our conversations.

Gradually, it was as if the universe was sending me signs, and like most of the time, I just ignored them, but I must admit that the frequency of our exchanges had decreased. Was this a coincidence or, was it just my mind acting without my mind’s approval? I took up a lot of time with work and, I wasn’t as excited and motivated to keep up our discussions.

One day we were discussing a topic, which at first glance would not arouse anything but curiosity. The moment came when I confided in him a facet of my life, which I must confess is not the anecdote or experience that I usually reveal or shout from the rooftops. I avoid that my interlocutors, for lack of maturity, pity me rather than admire the glory that the Master of the universe manifests in my life.

I thanked him for his compassion but warned him that if I felt pity from him, I would be repulsed. I also asked him to be himself. I can understand that it is difficult to ignore this confession but it is even more difficult for a person with a mobility impairment to be in front of someone who constantly reminds him of his lack of one or more physical abilities. Despite this, he started to adopt an attitude that completely chilled me.

Thought to all people who are going through difficult times, who keep a secret and who at times are obliged to reveal it for the simple reason they have done their mourning and are not ashamed of their history or the person they represent. Unfortunately, the people we accept into our lives do not perceive any of this and act like children to whom we must take the time to explain things. Except that there comes a time in life when we need people to help us untie knots rather than make them.