So maybe you can see the scope of this. For him it’s like telling this person who is most important to you, “This is it. This is what I did with my life. What do you think?”

You’re asking when you know whatever gets said say will impact you profoundly. It will sear into your skin like some kind of brand.

And this is not to say he could not transcend my opinion, because he can transcend anything. But how would it feel to have the person who thought more of you than anyone else ever did… the person whose opinion matters the most, think less of you? OUCH.

And I had to go through this with him as well. Because he reads my stuff. He doesn’t read here, at least not regularly, but he read my other blog for four years.

And where this blog is professional the other was personal, so there you go. Never mind who you think or you thought I was. It’s apparent via my writing, how I turned out. I am not hiding here. This is who I am and what I’ve done with my life. Do you still love me? That’s a tender question. And if you ask it, will you be healed or killed?

Well, you don’t know. But you have to take off all your clothes to find out. You have to stand naked, with the emphasis on have to. Because he has the salve. And I have the salve. And how can we apply it if we can’t see where it needs to go?

To be continued.

Do you have salve?