I break promises.
I break promises, and then other people sometimes feel let down or betrayed, and then maybe I never talk to them again.
Break enough promises and maybe your entire life breaks.
Maybe you lose a wife. Maybe you lose friends. Maybe you lose touch with your family.
Just maybe, if you break too many promises, you lose your children.
I am divorced because I broke promises. I lost half of my son’s childhood because I broke promises.
I’ve known for a long time that I break promises, even though I remember feeling like a reliable person in my youth. I remember feeling as if I was someone others could count on.
I remember being someone people could trust.
But when enough time passes and enough instances pile up of us not doing something we said we would, a new narrative begins to form.
I am not someone…
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