sometimes

Wow I don't know what button I pushed but I somehow managed to put absolutely nothing on my blog but the word sometimes. You know tonight I thought of my books I had written, I had not thought about in years. About 11 years ago my ex-husband got mad at me and threw them away, not just any books my handwritten ones. My Love, my pain, my sadness, my fears, my doubts everything. Just thrown away, like i did not matter, everything that made me ME. Just thrown away like I am nothing, so I have felt I could not write ever again. I do not know how to forgive him. What is the secret, I don't know how to forgive him, how am I supposed to. Is this something we are supposed to learn as we get older or another secret that I am not privy to.