"It's just really good to hear your voice," she said. She was one of my many long-lost, beloved friends, sacrifices in my attempt to save something already broken beyond repair.
For 6 years I tried to fuse the cracks. I said goodbye to my most cherished friends, disconnected with my own sister, closed myself in to focus solely on the necessary work of restoration.
Nothing moved the healing beyond a tough scab. It easily tore open again and again, each time making it more fragile than before. Until, finally, I gave up. Without the constant friction of two parts, my own healing progressed rapidly.
The final pieces of my heart have been put carefully back into place by reaching out to this handful of beautiful, brilliant souls who were innocent bystanders in my marital wreckage. "I'm sorry," are words I've grown very comfortable with.
Each sincere apology has been greeted with blissful forgiveness. Not just to and from them, but to and from myself.
With each passing day I grow stronger and more whole. My Passion for uplifting, loving relationships has soared. I have the best people in my life today.
My voice has grown stronger until, at last, I am sure once more that it is my own.
"It's just so good to hear your voice," she said. And I thought, "You know? It is."
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