Remembered and betrayed
It's been 7 years. The wound isn't open or festering anymore – it’s more like a constant throbbing. Some days are better than others, some days cause me to look back and examine - not so much mistakes as misjudgments. The last week has had some of those days. Days to linger over thoughts of deaths recent and distant. Days to remember people that have joined and left my life’s path. This week between the anniversary of loss and the celebration of birth has for the last 7 years been a week of contradiction. When is it OK to stop mourning, and start celebrating? That has been a question not asked of others – not even her. I just thought I’d know. 7 years. Shiva on steroids.

Tonight was one of those odd nights of remembering. I don’t know why, since I haven’t looked back at this particular episode in awhile, tonight it came back into my mind. I had put it behind, because I *knew* I couldn’t do anything to change it. And I *knew* that karma would take care of all. Tonight, I discovered that karma needs a kick in the ass. At least a nudge in the right direction. Tonight I’m providing a shove.

In honor of the promise I made and in memory of the love I gave, I hope that trust betrayed will yield justice.

Some people in this world on the surface appear to be kind, thoughtful, caring (now there’s irony). When you peel off the shell, you find the vapid, limp, empty soul that exists within. The kind that would eat their young. The kind that would step on their child’s headstone to reach a not-so-low hanging apple. The kind that would take a years long friendship and walk over it for personal enrichment.

The word of honor meant nothing (I have the email). The swearing of oath meant nothing (too bad I didn’t record that conversation). The signature of guarantee meant nothing (I have the worthless piece of paper). Petty, vindictive, adolescent, manipulative, self-serving, self-aggrandizing, self-important. And as a fitting end, enough chutzpah to use the advertisement for the event and organization from which she stole to promote her new business.

If you have the misfortune of interacting with Carrie On Productions, don’t say you haven’t been warned.
- posted by LyleDeck @ 1:15 AM