The Renee I speak of is a real person. We were high school sweethearts and my first love. Her mother hated me. To this day I don't know why. Back in the day, gangs were almost non existent. I didn't use drugs. I came from a poor family. Hell, we were all poor. At the time I didn't cuss and was taught to respect my elders. Go figure. And the only thing that I was positive of at the time was: I was going to Viet Nam.
Okay. Change of subject.
And what has all this to do with the Tree of Life and the title of this post? Honestly? I really don't know. But, what I do know is, how brutal relationships can be on all of those involved.
For some reason Meatloaf comes to mind. "Baby we can talk all night, but that ain't getting us nowhere." There are times that communication just doesn't work. Sometimes, the more you talk to each other the more you realize the less you have in common with each other.
Communication can also be a deadly trap, because some people just don't know when to stop. There are things in our personal lives that should remain just that: personal. Sharing this information with ones mate in some misguided attempt to come clean can have some unexpected results that you hadn't counted on.
It's just possible that he/she was just interested in the "now" you. What you are and what you mean to him or her now. In this reality. However, if you think that an old boyfriend or girlfriend might come crawling out of the woodwork at inopportune times, then by all means say so.
Ever hear of selective history? That's what you learned in school. Sanitized lies. You can use this same tactic when explaining some unsavory event in your past that you would rather forget. People being the way they are, once they find out something, will pester you to death for details that they really don't want to know about. And once you tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, then your relationship is on an elevator with one button: down.
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