Diatribe on pain

It's probably difficult for a 3-year-old to understand divorce. To accept the reality: that Dad will not come back to live with Mom, ever, that he will have to see them always apart, that they don't love each other anymore, but, they still love him, of course. To live with the fear that one day, just like that, they could also stop loving him, they could move away, live with other people, have a completely separate live from him... so hard. Somebody that can overcome that terror, is a survivor.

We are all survivors. We carry our wounds, the scars of past disagreements, losses. We carry holes inside that can't be filled with anything, that with their insatiable hunger end with everything, even with ourselves. They end up devouring us.

But even with all this, we survive. He will grow up but his pain will stay there, always beating, always red hot, asking for more and more from him, until he can look at it straight to the face and feel compassion for himself, listen to his scared child's voice, and let go.