89. Promises, Promises

The next day Phil complained that his wife Carolyn still wouldn’t let him move back home. He said he had learned his lesson, he was done with booze.  He couldn’t understand why she didn’t see he meant it this time.

I pointed out he had told her that many times. While he might feel differently, his promise sounded just like the promises he had made a thousand times before.   

“Promises kept become lenses through which people see the strength and goodness of their relationships,” I said.  “Promises broken leave shards that cut.  The more times you lie or break a promise, the longer it takes for people to believe you when you are sincere. Most people feel betrayed when someone they love breaks promise after promise.  You’ll just have to be patient.  Lord knows she’s been patient with you.”

Today I will keep my promises.

Writing My New Story © 2015 by Ken Montrose

(Just a reminder: Writing My New Story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to anyone you might know is purely coincidental.)

Writing My New Story © 2015 by Ken Montrose

(Just a reminder: Writing My New Story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to anyone you might know is purely coincidental.)