I was truly hoping that this, my first blog post from my new state would be one where I could revel in good things, and to an extent I can. I successfully moved! The security deposit was half what I expected it to be! I've settled down well enough, and get along well with my roommate! Mass at my new parish was a bit weird, but manageable, and most importantly I had the Body of Christ!
Yet the same old wounds are so easy to reopen, the same allegations so easy to make, especially with counselors telling me to confront and make them. And as usual, at the end, I feel horrible for doing as they said, and like I've taken many steps backward. Maybe I shouldn't listen to experts, maybe I should follow my heart, and what it says is needed to be a true friend. I would rather bury my pain and remain friends distantly, than to be torn asunder by issues best forgotten.
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