Telling All with No Excuses
December 23, 2008 § Leave a comment
A year ago, as I began writing, I started a piece about a traumatic period in my life, a time experienced with someone I love. It was difficult to write and cathartic and I stalled as I neared the end.
My excuse? I spoke with my loved one and he vehemently opposed the public telling of our shared story.
Although I offered to use a pseudonym, I knew the outing of our tale needed to be mutual – our relationship depended on it – and so I stopped the writing. With some relief. For I had reached the point where it needed an ending and I had no resolution.
The other (unspoken) issue was mine – my feelings – for the writing had stirred me up. Every time I sat down to write, I felt twinges and tugs in my healing scars. Writing about it hurt. I stopped, happy to focus the blame elsewhere.
Last week, we spoke about it again and now I have his permission, as well as a new perspective on our experience. For he shared about those times and his point of view, so different than mine.
Time to face it again. No more excuses.