Jersey Revisited

I wrote a couple of posts a long time ago about a girl I referred to as Jersey (Part 1 and 2). When I received a request from her on twitter more than a year and a half ago, I ha a minor breakdown.

Had she been reading my blog? Did she want to confront me? Wait, did she even recognize me?

I was right. She didn’t recognize me. She probably never would have if I hadn’t gotten cocky in one of my tweets causing her to take a closer look at my picture. Having a big mouth has no rewards…

It was fine though. I never brought up how things went down with us. I was content. The past was the past. We exchanged tweets on a semi-irregular basis. Having her present in my life, didn’t change anything for me one way or another.

When Mama got sick and she caught wind of it, either here or on Facebook, she contacted me, sending me her prayers and her number to lend her support. I thanked her. It was unexpected, but appreciated just the same.

Last week, we are tweeting and she asks me to call her. I’m thinking it’s business related.

As soon as I heard her voice, memories came flooding back. Not good, not bad, just scenes from the past.

What did she want? To apologize!

It was completely random, unexpected and unnecessary, but well received.

You never really think about how someone who’s caused you pain feels about what they’ve done. We always focus on the pain it’s caused us. When the pain is gone for us, we don’t expect that remorse may exist from them.

Something so simple made me smile on a day when I really wanted to pull my hair out. The power of words. It’s real.