Sadness
There is something really sad about not being judged on one’s own merits. In being painted on a canvas for another to see by someone who has only an interest in making themselves look good. I suppose I should feel lucky that it hasn’t happened more often. Then again, it is rare that I let someone in close enough that their opinion of me counts. But there is still deep sadness in the loss of a person I considered to be a close friend. Someone who saw my side, who grieved things with me, who was tough when needed, but was a willing echo to my voice, rational or irrational. (more…)
