That stab. That cut. When you realize past faults have not been forgotten or forgiven.
It’s that sting only a loved one can give you. When they take your past and hold your heart hostage with your transgressions.
“I don’t trust you.”
“It’s just like when you…”
And you know to shrug it off, because, it’s a low blow, below the belt, they meant it to sting like hell… but they forget you’re not as stone as you seem most days. They just wanted to jab, they forgot they were throwing a punch to the gut.
But all you can do is remember.
So you try and grow, and build, and learn. Because that’s all you can do. You know who you are now. Shaken, but steady. You won’t crumble, you’ll fortify, and hope not to become so absent minded. You hope to never deliver the same sorts of blows. Never. Don’t stoop. Stand Tall. Chin up. Keep on, Keeping on.
Thank God for those faults that made you fall, made you learn, made you grow, and made you better. Thank God.