Second Chance and other cliches.

Hubby and I were both married before, and meeting each other all those years ago gave me a second chance at getting it right in a personal relationship.

Being given a second chance or giving someone else one is certainly a conversation piece.

We are easy going people really, willing to help wherever possible and generally take things as they come. But there have been times when things have not gone well, and second chances have literally been blown out of the window, basically because we don’t like being used or have grown tired of being taken for granted.

There’s a saying which I can’t fully remember but it goes along the lines of Once is unfortunate, Twice is coincidence but a Third time and it’s your own fault.

I trust Hubby implicitly. There is no question or doubt.

trustI could not say that about the Ex.
In a relationship, if one party cheats or lets the other down at a crucial moment when support and understanding were vital, are they worthy of a second chance?
Once bitten, twice shy so-to-speak.
In most cases, I think yes but Doubt sets in and any later innocent occurrence can be misread and misunderstood.

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Families are another issue.
Blood is thicker than water and still waters run deep come to mind here.
You read in the media about estranged siblings and/or parents not having spoken in years, then suddenly the joyous reunion of ‘finding each other’ is even bigger news, and generates a feel good factor for those concerned and the reader.
For many though, it doesn’t work like that. For a cynic like me, it could be a matter of inheritance as it’s surprising how many ‘loving relatives’ come out of the woodwork at the reading of a will.
Whatever the reason for the family rift, sometimes there just can’t be another chance as too much has been said (or even unsaid) and hurt can be a killer. Why should one party be expected to simply shrug their shoulders and allow themselves to be walked over without a word of protest? Such a surprise when The worm has turned .
We’ve all been on the receiving end of arguments and something said in the heat of the moment, but sadly once voiced, it cannot be taken back, and sometimes it is simply better to walk away for good, however painful.

blood thickerFor us, Family sometimes is nothing to do with a bloodline.

The saying is forgive and forget, and for me I may forgive, but I never forget.
In my opinion, Life is too short to hold grudges and I am actually incapable of hating anyone, though I can dislike someone intensely for no apparent reason.
However, I have my limits, and when I’m indifferent, you know that I’ve been pushed too far and literally don’t give a toss one way or the other.

For Hubby though, it’s neither.  He is friendly, reliable, trustworthy and loyal (and yes, I am bias because I love him to bits) but it doesn’t pay to cross him.
He does not forgive.
He will not forget.
There is no second chance with him. Ever.

olive treeOlive trees, let alone branches, do not exist in His World and I respect his wishes for me not to plant one.

We have few friends, so postage for change of address notifications will be minimal once we’ve settled in pastures new as I’ll include it in our newsletter at Christmas. Those we once considered friends who ‘turned’ , will not be advised.

When we lock up and leave for the last time next week, there will be no backward glance other than the rear view mirror to ensure no-one is following us!
As they say, once the fresh paint has dried we’ll be forgotten.
We can live with that.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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2 Responses to Second Chance and other cliches.

  1. My old adage seems applicable:-
    You can never go back.

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