I moved away from my home. I now live with my partner around 2 hours drive from where my family and friends live. Around here, I do not know many folk. I moved to escape the hurt of my last relationship. Although I have said in a previous blog that the only person I have ever been able to see myself with for eternity was my first partner, it is my ex that left me with the scars. Scars that are so deep that even now I do not want to go back home no matter what happens with the relationship that I am in. The thought fills me with dreadof going back and facing that life.

It is because I am still in love with my ex. Some days, I feel strong enough that if he came up to me and begged my forgiveness, I would laugh in his face. However, most times I feel I would get on my knees and thank God that he decided to give me another go. I do not feel it on the outside and I do not have to speak to him at all anymore. It was a triumphant milestone when just a few months ago, I managed to delete him from all instant messaging sites that I use. It doesnt stop me from thinking about him still. He hurt me so deep over the years that I was with him that it still hurts to think about it now. I loved and hated him so much at the same time and I suppose, still do.

They say it can take such a long time to heal. Personally, Im still working on it.