I have a confession. There are certain years I simply cannot remember how old I am.

Healing from betrayal is not a straight line. It’s more like building a house of cards.

We’ve all heard it: “Time heals all wounds.” It rolls off the tongue like a bandage for the bleeding heart. But for those navigating the devastation of intimate betrayal, that phrase often stings more than it soothes.

Tending changes things: quietly, steadily, and often before we notice it happening.