Your Heart Matters
One never forgets what rises up inside as we walk into a room of other betrayed partners. It’s the kind of darkened shame even sunglasses can’t hide. It feels like we might as well have “not enough,” “failure,” or “defective,” written on our forehead. Bottomline, I don't want to be seen. I don't want to be known. And without a doubt, I never wanted to be here. We’re tentative – “If I stand at a book table too long or linger over resources – those around me will think it must be really bad.” We’re afraid – “I don't want to know, what I don’t want to know. And yet, strangely I do.” We’re heartbroken – “Will anything take away this ache in my chest. At times it feels like…