I started writing this for you.
I wanted you to know that what you do with your hurt will impact another.
I feared your hurt would spill onto our sons.
Hurt is a place that few of us visit long enough to plant seeds of love.
Hurt is a place that we both tried to avoid and just ended up in destruction.
Now.... I can see that these words began for you... BUT really, they are for me.
My greatest hope is that my sons see a woman who chose to see her hurt,
feel her hurt and heal her hurt.
I hope they one day my sons will forgive me for the hurt that came with my choice to
dismantle our family.
The last thing we ever want to do is hurt another.
Sadly, until we heal our own wounds they always impact another and sometimes hurt becomes inevitable.
I hope that when my sons speak of me they will remember, I tried my best to plant seeds of love beside the hurt.