![]() ![]() But nothing can repair the damage she caused. I even talk to them sometimes - really talk. I trust my friends a lot more than I used to. I suppose I am still grateful for what she did. ![]() In just three months, she managed to repair the damage of eighteen years. She taught me to trust and for that I loved her - with everything I had. So I welcomed the freedom that came when she shattered the wall and coaxed me out of the hole I had hidden in since my mother 'died'. I had friends, of course, but one of the reasons I loved Zeke and Shauna so much was because they never asked questions, unlike others who seemed to think they had a right to know the dark secrets of my past that haunt me even now. For years that wall controlled me, I could never trust, never love, never venture beyond the confinement of the unbreakable wall around my heart. In just 3 months that wall was reduced to dust. I spent 18 years building up a fragile wall around my heart, to protect me not only from the pain of my mother's death, but from the belt that cut far deeper than just the bruises on my back. ![]()
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