Time, and Time Again



 Time and tide wait for no man - Geoffrey Chaucer 


Since I last wrote here, about half the allotted time before the deadline has passed, and still nothing has been resolved.

I am aware that it seems a little unjust of me to expect any kind of meaningful discussions during a national crisis, for one thing Lockdown means there is nowhere to hold a meeting with the level of privacy we need, and even if there were, travel is restricted to "essential," and I'm not convinced the law will consider Mr A. and I needing to talk to each other to have that level of importance. That said, how much longer can I live my life on Hold.

I still don't know why he chose the path he did, I still don't know how far down it he travelled, and I still don't know what, or how much, I may have to forgive him for, assuming of course that I can forgive him, I can't even be sure of that. All I do know is that I spend a lot of time in fear of what I might learn. 

Doubt is a terrible enemy, and time magnifies it.


And as time passes, and doubts increase...


The heart becomes less certain of what the heart wants.

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