
Dates have become much less of a regular event on my calendar these days - by choice, of course. The choice of priorities have made it so. But once in a while, when I do dine with a new stranger, there seems to be a common request for storytelling of the ex-tale.
Based on past experiences, sharing the ex-story has become one of the model ways to win new strangers over. It's called sympathy. It's easy to put ourselves in the role of the victim and feed tragic stories to acquaintances who know no better. "I committed this much... I was taken for granted... I was abused/cheated on... I sacrificed but garnered no return". The subtext to these stories being "soften your heart to my past... love me."
I think that's why my last date was taken aback when in response to the request for ex-tales, I shared that I have great respect for my ex-es; that in spite of the initial anger towards the breakups, I no longer bear ill will to them; that I still see the wonderful traits and personalities I fell in love with; that no matter the context of how the relationship ended, I bear half the responsibility for the conclusion.
Granted, there were reasons to be frustrated, to be consumed by the disappointment of failure. But barring initial emotional responses, I'd like to think there's more to be thankful for than be angst about - growth and the education of life. It makes it easier to just make peace with ones past.
"Be grateful to every person you've ever loved - past or present.
They exercised your heart, made you HUMAN."








