Walk a mile in my shoes and then we will talk

The pain of betrayal and deceit are not just surface wounds.  Where all it takes is  a bandaid and a couple of days and it will heal. Where there also may be a slight scar, which fades away over time. This kind of pain reaches to your very core, with a volcano of emotions.  There are times that it just bubbles and seeps just below the surface. Constantly, consistently, ever aware that it is there. Then there are other days, where it just fully erupts and intense pain spews out of your core, out of every pore, in every direction and you can not control it. For it feels like as if it is suffocating, any semblance of rationality. These are days when life has no rhyme or reason and you just pray for the light.

So do not judge those whose shoes you have not walked in. For unless those other shoes fit like a glove, keep your opinions to yourself. You can not judge someone elses pain, unless you have lived through their eyes; of the betrayal and pain yourself. You can not tell some one how to act or react, as you are not living their life each and every day. You are in no position to judge anyone else involved in this mess, for this is not your life that was disrupted... it was mine. I will only do the best I can to survive each day, by gently putting one foot in front of the other...emotionally unhealthy stuff and all.