Seeing the splinter in my eye

Atonement

I saw how much you couldn’t help yourself
And you saw that in me
I was unkind about it
I demanded change
I put a burden on you
one, that I would not shoulder myself
You knew best
and you said “no.”
Little storm passing through
Please don’t take the house down as you go
Natalie Breaux
7/5/7

When I did The Work on my relationship with my former husband, I came to see my part in things. This poem is about that realization, and the wish to come through the divorce intact. Doing TW really rent a big hole in my story that I was the jilted one. I could no longer blame my former husband for leaving me for another woman, because I came to see all the ways I had left him when we married.

This was the deconstruction of my story of my role in things and it happened in a rather sweet way. A man named Dale became my "Work" partner. We did TW for a year almost everyday. One day Dale couldn't take it anymore (doing TW on my ex husband and all of my beleifs about being a victim in the marriage). After he finished facilitating me, he asked me to facilitate him on the one liner, "Natalie should stop blaming him for everything!"