The pain keeps coming; she doesn't stop. At the start if this thread I still held out hope that she would come out of the fog; that she would believe what her family, the pastor and myself had been telling her. I believed that she loved the boys enough to try to seek help. I believed that she may have still loved me beneath it all. I could see the fog lift ever so slightly many times. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.
Thinking as I'm typing... I think I may have had some healing too. I will not allow myself to get sucked down to where I had been many many years ago with all the anger and spite.
