March Ice
Recently I met a woman who is going through a divorce. She is very friendly. It seems like the beginning of something.
Starting any kind of relationship with someone going through a divorce makes me rather apprehensive. A little voice keeps telling me this may be a mistake. I feel like I am walking on March ice. What do you think?
Brad
Brad, you’ve heard the March ice crackling under your feet. Don’t stand around questioning what you heard, head for solid ground!
Each of us has an instinctual inner voice that protects us from danger, even when we aren’t paying attention. When you hear that voice, listen. It sees, it senses, it knows something we have missed or overlooked.
Before your learning kicks in, before you second guess yourself, before you let friends, family and social considerations make a decision for you, your inner voice is there. Who is that inner voice? The inner voice is you.
Wayne says every mistake he ever made came from not listening to his inner voice. I feel the same way. Nothing you can purchase, no three stage program or seven step plan, will ever replace or be as valuable as your own inner voice. Life becomes so simple, and so much happier, when you learn to listen to and follow your inner voice.
You heard your “little voice” loud enough to write this letter. You’ve been warned. Believe it. Or someday you may hear another little voice saying, “I told you so!”
Tamara
(From the column for the week of August 2, 1999)
No Prize
I had a five month relationship with a gentleman and thought we were oddly made for each other. He would call me every morning and sing to me over the phone while I walked the dog. When he took me out to dinner, he brought me small plants or flowers.
Last Saturday while in my bathroom he got a call from someone, obviously a woman by the tone in his voice. He tells her he is washing his hands and will call her back when he is free, meaning when he is out of my house. The lie falls from his lips so easily I am shocked. He comes out of the bathroom and grabs my hand to walk him to his car. As we leave the house, I say, "Don't forget to call her back." He says, "Oh, that was just some real estate lady."
He kisses me like he's my uncle. When I ask why the perfunctory kiss, he says he doesn't know. Did I not read the signs correctly? I haven't heard from him since.
Faith
Faith, maybe you missed the early signs, but calling the relationship "oddly" right suggests you sensed something was amiss. The blitzkrieg pursuit may have felt like he was trying to accomplish something rather than express something which came naturally.
Trusting your natural instincts led you to confront him. He disappeared. You hit the nail on the head. Many women would have let that go by, hoping to win him like a Kewpie doll. You knew better.
Wayne & Tamara
(From the column for the week of February 21, 2005)
