Skeletons from the past

As I was "Face booking" today, it hit me. Many of the people that I am friends with, are from so many directions in my life where I have been. The new friends you make in school each year, to friends through sports, and activities like that. Drama club, or student council, then into the relationship friendships. People you meet through boyfriends, or girlfriends. Then the friends of your friends boyfriends or girlfriends. The people you once loved in your life, then lost. The ones that got away so to speak. I have had so many wonderful people that I have crossed paths with. Bonding over common interests, jobs, and some even through tragedy.

I have cried many tears for the people I have loved and lost, and along with them, goes relationships with others that were related to you through "The other one" I was married before. I had an entire family that I adopted by love, then lost through the breakup of my marriage. That was such a lifetime ago it seems. As much as I gained through that relationship, such as an appreciation for the guitar, and love of "Good" music. The Rolling Stones, Buddy Guy, Bob Marley, and Etta James. I learned that not everyone has the same view when it comes to Religion, and the rules that come with that. I learned that even in the strictest of Religions, there is adultery, bigotry, and mistrust. Pedophiles sometimes come with the largest of grandfather smiles. And I also walked away having to have felt the pain so deep from having to say-good by. Even if it was time.

These are hard lessons life teaches us. My boyfriend I had through High School. "The love of my life" back then. He was it. Along with that relationship came one of my best friends to this day. Their family has always been a part of my life. In some way or another. But yet the loss of the relationship with that guy, was a loss of a part of me. We are all so entangled into each others lives. I am now friends with that guys wife, on Face book!! Face book. Who would of thought after all of the years I have lived without so many of those people, that they would bring such joy to my life today. Friends from the past. Even enemies. Relationships from the past. Revisiting them feels somewhat like taking all the skeletons from my closet, and kicking them out. Letting them know they have overstayed their welcome. It is refreshing in some manor.

Mending friendships that you really did not want to lose to begin with. Break ups sometimes feel like divorces if you are deep enough into the mix of the people that come along with that. I love knowing that all I have to do is turn on my computer, reach out to someone, and on the other end, is a conversation that you did not even know you were missing out on. Finding family members, classmates, and even old neighbors. Just this week, I was friended by my mother in laws sister. We have never met, but found a common place to communicate, and form a relationship. The ability to see into each others lives, even if there is a million miles between us. My husband does not see the excitement the same as I do. I know so many men that feel that way. Are they afraid of digging into the past? Opening their closets and kicking out skeletons? Or is it that when they close those doors of the past, they never intend on reopening them. Or maybe they have a wife with good reason that they do not have permission to revisit the past. Either way, it is amazing.