Over the last few weeks, I have come to realize that ownership of this is a large part of healing and recovering from it. I have been loathe to really give this thing a name. Because vocalizing it in it's starkest form makes the sting come sharp and hard.
But if we are going to really rebound and come out of this thing in tact and on top, then I cannot be afraid or ashamed to call a spade a spade.
It's name is infidelity. Its name is a child that is not my child.
It's name is something that can genuinely be found on television everyday. A bad Lifetime movie. The Maury Show. Jerry Springer.
It's a mess.
It's a shame.
And it's an opportunity to rise to the occasion and to prove to ourselves more than anything that we are strong enough to endure this place and come out on top.
In spite of all that's come with it and the heavy price of enduring and trying to rebuild, it's name is Love.
And of all the names it can be given, that one is the only one worth being dwelled on.
"Love believes all things, endures all things, trusts all things, hopes all things. Love fails not.'
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