Her quote: “It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.”
You can get divorced, find yourself, find your strength, make new friends and have new relationships - male and female, find yourself smiling more and enjoying life again. You might even find yourself happier now without them bringing you down - as I did.
But it never goes away, does it?
All of the sudden something happens and it just bubbles up to the surface again. No, it's not consuming like it once was, but you realize that it's still there. And you feel it. Anger. Emotions.
Just like the stitches you got when you were a kid and you broke your hand... the skin covered them over with time and it doesn't hurt anymore, but when you look at your hand, you can still see the scar and you remember how much it hurt when it happened and how much it hurt till it healed. It's just become part of who you are. And every now and then you ask yourself why you broke your hand in the first place. But then you move on with your life and don't think about it until the next time something makes you really look at your hand.
These scars aren't where people can see them, where we can see them. But they are there. And every now and then you remember the pain. And questions go around in your head.
But then you move on with your life and you don't really think about it until something happens - and again you are reminded those scars are still there. They are not going away. They've just become part of you.
But at the same time you can feel thankful. Thankful that the real pain is in the past & you've learned to live with it. Besides there are too many other things you need to do, you WANT to do in your new life. And you can smile because you know that you can use your new found strength to push those scars back to their place inside of you where they will stay, hopefully quietly once again.
Everyday is a blank canvas, and only you hold the brush.
30y M traded in for a POM (pathetic Old Maid 46, 2 kids from different dads. never married)
S 11/11, D final 1/14.