Sometimes, the things you think you buried have a way of rising up again.
Sometimes, the things you thought you protected yourself from can come up and bite you on the ass while you're not even looking.
Sometimes, even I don't know how to offer the comfort needed.
Sometimes, choosing to be alone is not the right answer.
Sometimes, it's better to let it all go, and move on.
Sometimes, I wish I could magically take away all the pain, and give my husband the childhood he deserved, instead of the one he had to live through.
And then there are days, like today, where I am proud to be married to such a strong, wonderful man, who can overcome all the hate and abuse, and be the better person.