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my little flower princess


It is the Day of Atonement, Yom Kippur, and even though I’m not Jewish, reconciliation and atonement are often on my mind, maybe more so today because I hear so many other people talking about it.

A few years ago, (four? five? more?) I had a falling out with my very best friend. For years after I had these really vivid dreams in which I was just so fucking mad him. I would wake up, shaking, enraged and unable to direct it anywhere. About a year ago the dreams changed and I found myself desperate to see him, or begging for forgiveness. Before I moved I sent him a letter, written at 3 am after one of these dreams. I simply apologized for the part I played in our break-up, explained why I was mad or rather hurt by what had transpired. He never replied to the letter and I’m not even sure he got it. It’s been years, he easily could have sold his house and moved. If I was smart I probably would have sent it to his parents, but I didn’t. And really, I could probably get his phone number from mutual friends and try and reconcile in real time, though I doubt I will. I think I hoped sending the letter would make the dreams go away. Didn’t work. Last night I had the dreams again. This one with out anger, just me finding him and trying to talk to him while he turned away from me. Without getting all New Age freak girl about it, there’s clearly unfinished business there. My brain just can’t let it go and so while I still think he was wrong I have, I thought, forgiven him and asked for forgiveness for the part I played and for my actions afterward. But maybe there’s still more to do.

I should make up with my mother, though I know that’s impossible. She’s so hurt by me moving away and I can’t make any sort of overture to her about it just because of how she is. I know I’d end up feeling more shut out if I said anything. I should perhaps keep a list of things to talk about when one of us is on our deathbed making us both more receptive to such conversations.

In both cases though, it boils down to forgiveness. I know I have ongoing issues with it and I know that in the end it’s about me forgiving myself which I can never seem to do. In a weird sort of way, I admire people that can truly ask Jesus for forgiveness for whatever sins they feel they’ve committed and can accept/believe that he’s given it. I don’t personally believe that you ask a third party for anything, so the Jesus thing would never work for me, but it’s sort of a nice idea, conceptually. I can, I guess, only continue to live trying to do as little harm to other people as possible and perhaps learn to mentally torture myself less when I feel I’ve failed at this.

Author: Ajax Bell

Seattle author. Stops to smell the flowers. Amateur nerd (I wanna go pro but I haven't found anyone to pay me). Humble hippo enthusiast. queer/bi. they/them.

2 thoughts on “my little flower princess

  1. It was that sort of day. I swear, JJ, it was all I could do to keep myself from making my very first post about forgiveness and atonement myself today, only I knew it would just stir up shit instead of offering resolution.

    WTF universe? We get it, okay? Now can we please go back to enjoying autumnal October?

  2. Isn’t it strange how quickly time gets away from us? I think you did the best you could – you sent the letter; give yourself credit for that. It’s hard when someone we want to apologize to is now beyond our reach. I don’t have any answers, only sympathy. I don’t know if sending a card to his parents would bring closure, or more turmoil.

    Mom. Why are they so difficult?

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