Let us not run from the Pain That Comes With Love

A gash exposing his raw pink flesh underneath the skin tears my heart out every time I look at it. His once boisterous disposition now reduced to lethargic limping saddens me. It hurts to see him hurting. I feel helpless as I can help very little to ease his suffering.

I tried to hold my tears at bay when hubby brought him home, injured. A car almost ran him over hurting his right paw. I could not stop the irrational anger I felt. I could not even look at hubby for a while. I used to see this kind of reaction from women on films and read it in books whenever a couple is confronted by a loss or accident . I thought then how selfish of the woman to feel this way when clearly the husband needs her understanding and support in a crisis. Yet I did the same thing. I was ashamed of myself for withdrawing emotionally from my husband while I quelled the panic rising in my heart. I knew this was wrong. I was fighting the urge to blame him. He was already so distraught for he love Babar, our dog very dearly even more than I do and his burden of guilt is heavy. He sought reassurance from me that I was not angry at him. But I could not give it until I got over my shock. I have to cry. The pain I felt when I saw Babar’s condition surprised me.

I can only imagine the distress parents go through every time their children get hurt, even if it’s just a very minor injury. I now understand why parents tend to be over protective. The thought of anything bad happening to our kids is unbearable. I always used to make fun of my father by teasing him that he will only stop worrying about our safety if none of us, his children would ever go out of the house or move at all. Now I get it. For I never felt this kind of pain before. It is almost physical. It’s an arrow piercing one’s heart. When you deeply love someone this sensation seems to be inevitable.

My husband loves fully and is not afraid of the pain that comes with it. I on the other hand try to shield myself from this feeling by resorting to logic and rationalization. It worked a lot of times for me before. I was able to move on, burying past hurts, calling it experience and compiling it as a guide book for future heartbreaks. There was a time when I forced myself to feel emotionally numb. But I would have also forgotten how to love had I remained that way.

My husband held me quietly while I unburdened my terror through shedding a few tears.

” It is painful to love.” I exclaimed when I was calmer. My husband chuckled gently caressing my hair softly.

” It is okay to feel hurt sometimes as a consequence of loving. ” He said, hugging me. “Don’t try to escape it. You love and that is a beautiful thing.”

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Thankfully the doctor said he is going to be okay in a few days.

Β©JMKhapra

23 thoughts on “Let us not run from the Pain That Comes With Love

  1. inspiring post, Jofelyn! Your work in this blog is always amazingly great. I am nominating you among others to the “Very Inspiring Blogger Award.” Check out http://wp.me/p2F4mh-eq for further details. Congratultions! πŸ™‚

  2. nakakalungkot, minsan na naming magkakapatid naranasan ang mawalan ng isang makisig na aso bunsod ng β€œhit & run”. sa sobrang giliw ng ating alaga, di natin namamalayan na mapapalapit sila sa aksidenteng kagaya nito. mabuti at naging ligtas siya sa kapahamakan.

    1. Totoo, tuwing sya ay nasasaktan dahil sa kalikutan ako’y parang kinukurot din. Pero buti na Lang at wala lang sa kanya ang ganiyan, parang wala Lang hah. Gumalinh agad sugat at iyon malikot at makulit pa din!

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