My flashbacks keep me grateful…

11 Apr

I can remember speaking to his children’s mother and hearing the pain that was buried in her heart. She was bruised with a scar that will never healed, because she bore his children and the pain that he was punishing her with lasted not just moments, but days…years.

I don’t celebrate in her pain…but it could have been me and the lifetime children would have brought would have killed me.

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