The day you realize the Wicked (appear to) have the upper-hand over this cockeyed World with no repercussions for their devilry is a sad day. You lose your philosophical innocence and wide-eyed wonder in this world that, despite so much evil, is still heart-achingly beautiful.
For some of you, like my husband Michael, that realization has been your reality since birth. There never was a wide-eyed innocent wonder at this beautiful world for Michael. Only horror. As a son of a drunken, viciously abusive man, Michael has never seen the world's potential for goodness through rose-colored glasses as I have. Like so many other Abuse Survivors, early abuse resulted in him being a "shit magnet" for many years.
I was blessed with parents who shielded me from the vicious side of life, perhaps too much. My first three decades were spent with my nose buried in a book. Sometimes I'd look up at the Real World but Reality couldn't hold a candle to C. S. Lewis or Tolkien so I dove back into wonderful books where Beavers can talk and Good always triumphs over Evil.
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