Leo Durocher Was Right[1]
“I always thought we would grow old together”; that sentence broke my heart.
No matter what she’d done and all the things she should have done that she hadn’t, the innocence and trust implicit in that statement destroyed my convictions, drained my anger and erased my sense of self-righteousness. The fact that it was very probably manipulative didn’t change anything, it really seemed as though she believed it, as though it had been a bedrock of her existence, something on which she could count, no matter what, the concept of home and security implicit in the nature of family, and she seemed to feel herself falling unexpectedly into a terrifying abyss.
I’ve never been able to recover from that instant, at least not totally although she clearly has. It formed a scar in my psyche where no scar belonged. That seems the way of the world, at least today. Perhaps that’s the way it’s always been.
Seems like Leo Durocher was right!
[1] © Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2010; all rights reserved
Guillermo Calvo Mahé 