This will be / is my biggest life lesson. Ever. This will either make me or completely break me back
This will be / is my biggest life lesson. Ever. This will either make me or completely break me back into all the pieces I spent the last 15 years mending. I believe, but have only my own proof, that because it is already torn and healed, scar tissue is stronger. Much fucking stronger than, say, the flesh that took that first hit across the face or the wrist where the “Indian” rope burn grip kept me from running away or the space between my shoulder blades, shoved to fly me off my feet down a half-flight of stairs. Luckily, I was keen not to land on my milk-filled bosom which sprayed milk inside my shirt from marital stress, endless fear, and my baby crying in hunger distress and frustration a room away from where I landed. What’s one more scar to this magnificent body and soul? What’s one more love to explode this heart wide open? It is not one more. There will be no daggers, no fiery blaze of humiliation to light my way out from the wreckage. Not now. Now, it is, finally, the first. The first of nothing I have ever known, the first of unfamiliar but good, rich, luxurious Love. It is a most unfamiliar yet welcomed, albeit cautiously, creature. And it is mine. Ours. SmartSurrender -- source link