In reading one of my old journals, I came across a memory that I hadn’t thought about in over five years. I literally blocked it out of my mind and never looked back. It is interesting reading something as time goes by and it drums up old emotions and you almost relive the moment.
A person that I once held in high regard once asked me if I would help with their campaign for local office in Colorado. I felt obligated so I said yes. Deep down I knew I didn’t want to, and my heart was not in it. Part of his plan consisted of me sharing all the bad work experiences I had with his opponent while he was my supervisor. He was trying to gather as much dirt on his opponent as possible. I walked away from that meeting sick to my stomach because I knew I didn’t want to participate in something like that. After much thought, I ended up texting him and stated that at this time my focus was on my health because I had unexpected surgery a few weeks prior and was still recovering. I was also getting prepared to move out of state in a month and said that I would have to decline on his request to assist him with his campaign. My last sentence was I hope you understand. His reply was I’m sorry I don’t. I sat there reading this text with my jaw on the floor and in shock. Without any hesitation, I blocked his number from my phone.
How often can people who you admire and look up to disappoint you at the same time. After this person was my supervisor for almost ten years, he suddenly became unrecognizable to me. I remember the many conversations that we used to have when he would give me a ride home from work. We would just shoot the breeze, talk about life, and our families, and he would often be my soundboard. I would share my struggles with my health because he could relate because he was going through his own challenges with his wife’s health issues. He was often my go-to for the voice of reason and advice in a professional capacity. I trusted and respected him both personally and professionally.
An unfortunate event took place and he immediately changed. There was a wall that came up around him. He was no longer the one I could approach, no more open-door policy, it was closed and stone cold. The communication we once had was strained and I no longer felt comfortable speaking to him. After another series of unfortunate events transpired, he still had the nerve to contact me to help him with his campaign. Which is why I felt hesitation to begin with.
I never confronted him about what had transpired between us. I just left it the way it was and just learned to let go of the bad experiences and remember the good part of our relationship. I must believe that those memories were genuine.
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