Believing and Surviving

The moment she told me, I believed her. Others were still unsure. They gave him the benefit of the doubt, but I knew and no doubt existed. All the pieces fell into place and my greatest fear came to life. My fear, but her reality for all these years. My heart aches for her. This is not skinned knee that I can place a band-aid on, give it a kiss, and make the world right again for her. This is a process. I believe and I support her. There is a long road ahead as the belief changes to surviving. No longer does the world seem calm and peaceful. Everyday is balanced and weighed. Every step in the process of living is now carefully checked. The surviving is twofold. She is surviving each day, and each moment as she lives with a scar that will never go away. I survive carrying her burden and my own at the same time. It is the least I can do for not protecting her, for not knowing, for failing to help her, and for wanting to do what is best for her now to help her survive.