Disappointment is a Self Inflicted Wound

“Murderer!” I cried out. Weeping, I swung into the darkness.
Another relationship was dead. It was the fourth in as many years.
I was quick to blame him for all that had gone wrong between us,
Not realizing disappointment is a self-inflicted wound, triggered by expectations.
My unmet expectations are the real silent murderers of relationships,
Not money, or communication or sex, not the kids or bickering or secrets.
My unmet expectations breed anger and discontentment, loneliness and hurt.
I am all of those and more. Disappointment had robbed me of my joy.
If I were ever going to have a shot at happiness, I would have to let go.
Love is only love, if I give it without the expectation of something in return.

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