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Forever Wounded?


Today I recalled a discussion with my wife a while ago where we talked about healing… more specifically, Emotional Healing.

This is a topic I believe many people often misunderstand.  Unlike other types of wounds, emotional wounds typically extend deep, manifesting with both physical and emotional scarring, and requiring an extended recovery period.  The length of time it takes to heal emotional wounds can depend on different variables including:Photo by Nisha A

  1. The type of wound… whether it be betrayal, abuse, a bad reputation, public ridicule or even neglect.
  2. The person inflicted… some people have a higher threshold for pain and can therefore endure far more than others.  So what may be emotionally fatal to one person, might be seen as simply an emotional abrasion to someone else.
  3. The person who caused the injury… in some cases it can be far more damaging to be wounded by a family member than a friend.

Either way, these wounds require delicate handling so that they are not re-opened accidentally.  We might get to a point where the pain has ceased, but we must realize there is still damage beneath the scar.  The funny thing about emotional healing is that when the pain is gone, some of us rush right back into the exact types of situations that caused the wound in the first place.  Not only does it set us up for repeat injury, but the wound then becomes compounded… causing far more damage and pain than before… and nearly doubling the recovery time.

After my divorce, the best thing that could have happened (and did) was to have people around me who would be firm and let me know that although the pain has eased up, I still had some healing to do.  It may take some time before I was at full emotional health.  Even though the desire to jump right back into matters of the heart can be compelling.  It can cause you to make bad judgments, and like any wound left untreated it will become infected and cause damage to other vital parts of your life.  I thank God for my family and friends (virtual included) who had my best interest at heart.  For that, I love you all.

But I must say that I am most thankful for my best friend, who also happens to be my wife. It is through her friendship and love that many of my deepest emotional wounds, especially those I initially kept hidden or refused to even acknowledge, were healed once and for all. ❤

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First Dates


I’d told someone a while back that I’ve never really been on a “first date”. Here’s the back story…

Growing up, both of my parents were (and still are) staunch Christians. They weren’t the fire and brimstone bible thumpers. But they were against the use of profanity, girls wearing makeup or pants, and a slew of other non-cardinal religious traditions. Because of this, I was taught that your heart and body are gifts that should only be given to the right person at the right time (preferably in your 30’s according to my mom ). Being the overly analytical sort, I pondered this concept for weeks. This made me painfully aware of the time I spent with female friends and what it might lead to.

See, I started noticing girls as early as the 5th grade. I was very typical in doing “love taps” and other annoying things that young boys do when they think a girl is pretty.  And of course when I began to notice the developing assets that made them far more enjoyable to hang out with , my mind would go back to what my parents instilled in me and I’d apply the mental brakes. By the time I hit my early teens, I’d formulated an opinion (or justification for my timidness) that it was pointless to date someone unless I was planning to marry them. I was determined to save myself for marriage!* Partly because I was deathly afraid of getting some girl pregnant or contracting an STD. But mostly because I believed that the purpose of dating was to prepare for marriage. Otherwise, I’m just wasting time, right?

So before I’d get involved with a girl (before she even knew I was interested), I would automatically run her through my mental checklist of “potential wife qualities” and if she didn’t measure up, I didn’t pursue. Sounds kind of arrogant in retrospect. But remember, this was all in my head. It wasn’t like I was breaking hearts all across town. I started off being very intimidated by beautiful girls. Couple that with some serious self-esteem issues and it’s a recipe for loneliness. Meh.

I got over that quickly. Mostly because of my emerging sense of humor and musical ability. Those gave me much needed confidence. I eventually overcame my reservations and enjoyed hanging out with many female friends. I wouldn’t date any of them, but they all became the subjects of my research. I’d ask them endless questions about things like… what they considered attractive, their idea of a perfect date, what makes someone funny, how to impress them, etc, etc. It was priceless. (I would recommend this mode of action to every guy on the planet.) Understanding women is a challenge at best. But they love to talk. The key is talking to them outside the tangles and distraction of dating. That makes all the difference.

By the time I was 19 I’d only had two girlfriends.  The first one was this beautiful girl who was two years younger than me.  She was also taller than me whenever she wore heels, which she did often because she was an aspiring model. It was never really an issue when we were dating, but it’s funny how that kind of detail sticks out in your mind. The story of our breakup is probably best left for another blog post. The second girl was the younger sister of someone my oldest brother was dating (whom he eventually married). We never went on “dates” because I’d known her for a while through her sister and I’d see her often enough whenever we visited each others houses. It was all good because both sisters started attending our church and I had been convinced (by a minister at the time) I was going to marry her. Yeah, um… that didn’t happen. haha

Anyway, when I met the woman who would become my first wife, our initial “date” was actually attending a church service. And though I wasn’t thinking about it this way, it’s probably not the kind of event that transitions well to kissing. You can’t really go from “Praise God” to “Oh my God!” in a backseat. I actually don’t remember kissing her. But I may have just blocked that out.

After the demise of my first marriage, I was content being a single Dad. Dating was the furthest thing from my mind. All those feelings of insecurity crept back in and I figured I’d be single for the rest of my life. That is, until I became best friends with the woman who would eventually become my current wife. When we took the leap from “friends” to “more than friends”, we’d already known each other for years and had spent plenty of time together in a band, hanging out with groups of friends and just chatting on the phone. So our first kiss was during a night of emotional discovery that had nothing to do with dating and everything to do with realizing how important we’d become to each other. However, there were plenty of dates (and kissing) after that night.

* For the record, I lost my virginity at 16. Ah yes, the best laid plans… (no pun intended)

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