I said it out loud.
“I can’t believe no one called, no one asked, no one offered to help,” I complained to my husband.
My old community wounds surface at the first hint of disappointment and surprise me with their intensity. My words sound bitter and I struggle to sort it all out.
Why is it that pain from past relationships cast a shadow over present ones? Why is it easier to remember the negative than pursue the positive?
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