After reading some of H.’s old journal I’ve come to understand a little more about how things were for him with my parents. I’m always sad about how this relationship fell apart. Ironic when I remember the irritation I used to feel, when it seemed like he put them up on a pedestal. Like I wasn’t appreciating them enough. I didn’t realise how much their acceptance meant to him, how badly let down he felt after we separated and they supported me.
I feel let down too that they accepted everything that was said and done at face value, didn’t try harder to encourage us to work on our marriage, didn’t share with both of us the lessons they’d learned from their own marriage. I wish they had looked objectively at what was going on and had confronted us (me) about some things. I wish they hadn’t been so quick to accept what was happening without question.