At Some Point, It’s No Longer About the Nail

When is it no longer about what hurt you?   In the beginning, I made it all about him. What he did. Why he did it. How he did it. Where he was. Who he was.   It was an escape of a sort. A distraction. If I stayed focused on him, I didn’t have toContinue reading “At Some Point, It’s No Longer About the Nail”