Recently when we had a heart-to-heart, my wife confided in me that in her twenties she felt there was something not quite right… with her preaching.

Something she could not identify. But fifteen years onward she knows what it is. It’s no longer there.

Then she gave me that look, as if it were my fault. Then she gave me a cheeky smirk. In the over twelve years we’ve been together we’ve experienced a lot of life… a lot of trauma. Some nobody apart from our closest circle would be aware of.

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It’s not your fault when you’re triggered
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