What Does Not Giving Up Look Like?
Have you ever seen a scene from a movie or television show where the villain reaches into the chest of the victim and rips their heart out with their bare hands (or claws) and then squeezes it so hard the blood dramatically drips through their grasp and causes a reaction in you - the viewer - that reminds you of something you've experienced in real life? If you're squeamish, please forgive the visual - but I felt it necessary to try to convey the depths of my pain before explaining - my refusal to give up. Maybe the need to put it so theatrically is the actress in me... or maybe it's just the blunt truth - the days following my separation that would lead to my divorce felt just like the details above - my heart was unexpectedly ripped out of my chest and was squeezed harder than anything I can imagine - while the previous 20 plus years ran down his fingertips and created a puddle of forgotten memories on the ground. The following months were a mix of blessings, bad dec...