I’m listening to an album I originally listened to after a really painful break-up a decade ago. I thought I had grieved all I needed to that summer, but I was wrong. Because I just balled my eyes out, 10 years later.
Tears that I would have cried sooner, had I not months later met my then-future husband. Whom I thought at the time was the culmination of my painful dating years; who represented comfort and arriving.
It felt too good to be true.
And it was.
I just didn’t find that out till several years later.
Now, a year after my divorce, I go back and more deeply heal those wounds from previous relationships prior to my marriage, and, of course, heal the wounds incurred in my marriage and that relationship.
Mindful Nuggets 