I think this is very sad . . .
I don't know why. I don't recall ever seeing a photo of you and it's been a long while since we had much to say to one another that was more than passing. It's not an indictment, it's an observation.
Because you do not care, and have never shown any interest in me at all, have you?
See? Your memory isn't very good on us either. Read this part again:
"I know you're married to a nice fellow I know no more about, beyond a few of his ideas, than I do you. I suppose that's the way of it for most of us with one another. And those who know more are likely friends and the last sort to attempt anything actionable or to aid those who would."
We aren't close, don't exchange PMs or much beyond the passing nod. My entry into this thread wasn't hostile to you.
Even after my answering Quincy's questionaire?
How many of those have you committed to memory? I enjoy them and it lends a depth to your feeling about the participants, but I bet you'd fail a test on them. And that's okay.
And my disappointment that after my posting here for over 7 1/2 years, you retain no knowledge or interest in me at all.
You mean like you're married and I know you by your ideas?
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I have to say TH's post caused tears . . .
I'm sorry to hear it. Nothing in it was aimed to do that.
Because I have enjoyed his pictures of wife and son, with the greatest love and joy . . . and to find out I am an unknown, non-entity to him, is devastating.
I didn't say that, Nang...this is part of the problem we have, I think.
I have a lovely family and house, too, but it does not exist in TH's mind . . . because he has never interacted or asked about my life.
I'm old Southern, Nang. I don't pry. And I'm equally careful with what I share and with whom I share it. It's not an insult. We haven't spoken much about much that's personal on that level. Note the we in that. I don't recall you making inquiries either...and I'm not offended by it.
There is no person in his mind and heart, named "Nang" that he has ever prayed for.
You have no idea what or who I've prayed for. But this sort of tendency, to make grievous what is innocuous, is what interrupted warmer relations between us a long time ago.