Bye, Baby

by Carola Lovering

That’s the problem with trauma. You can decide to change how you think about it, time can fade it, but it’s never going to disappear.

And isn’t that a requisite of loving someone—to grow complacent to their most fatal flaw? To suppress the urge to change them until it all but disappears? The practice resembles acceptance, but the process is more painful. It’s more like sacrifice.