Pain. Beautiful pain.
It hits like a hammer. All expectations shattered. Disappointment ensnared in the moment of love. Despair at the words not heard.
A band aid that covered a wound that had now scabbed and fermented and festered was now ready to be opened. To be healed.
The love that kept my words at bay are now words that needed to be said because of love.
My heart is broken but it now has the space to grow and take me on a journey of newness and forgiveness.
I forgive you for breaking my heart. I love you still but I can no longer love you as endlessly as I did all my life.
I have hope that what has happened has had the means for goodness but I do keep my expectations tapered.
We are beings who need to fit and feel that what we do is always correct and always validated. There is no one solution that we seek. We can no longer bury our heads in the sand.
I am in pain. A pain I have not felt in a long time. But there is hope. There is always hope
