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The story underneath it all.

I found myself reading this post today (SOURCE). My initial reaction was not what I was prepared for when I started. Honestly, many times when I read similar posts I "see myself" in the story and in relating to the story of others it seems to help me on the journey of processing my own story. In this case, I found a thread that I don't recognize, but would admit that I wish it were the case for me.  He says "Our communication is good and we want to keep it that way" and in the replies he reiterates the "ease" of their communication and it reminds me how strained and volatile the communication with my ex is and was. 

Funnily enough, as I was listening to a Bible study podcast this morning, the teacher alluded to the masks that we wear and how we don't really show our true selves to "the world" because of the many expectations others have about who we are and how we are too behave. In the allusion, the man of business comes home after the day and takes off the masks he's worn and is is true self with his wife, who (in the story at least) is aware of his masks and his need to be free of them when he is home. His true-self is available to her and she is sensitive to that need. 

Somehow that study and the post melded into that sense of loss of not being able to communicate with someone. To have open dialog without anger and vitriol. To give and receive in that dialog. To take of the masks that must be worn in "the world" at large.

Perhaps our original poster is one of the lucky ones. 

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