When the ghosts of the past just won’t leave you alone…
We roll along from day to day not thinking about the people from our past, people that we loved and left long ago… I wonder, sometimes, where does my responsibility to those people end? Even more to the point, when you marry and divorce can that connection ever truly be broken?
The line between Love and Hate seems long, wide and often hazy when going through divorce or separation. You look back, try hard to remember, to maybe pinpoint a moment, a day, an incident where the switch was flipped… but it’s damn near impossible to say. You can remember the times when you loved him and you can recall the times that you hated him but the in-between is convoluted and difficult to nail down. I don’t know for sure why Love changes… why people change… but I do know that the heart is a funny creature. I do know that things are much more difficult in the long run if you leave things unfinished, words unsaid, and don’t tie up loose ends. And I think when it is all said a done, a broken heart never completely heals. We can find peace and happiness, yes; but those old wounds are still there no matter how deep we bury them.
