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by EvilKitten

I thought that given the nature of some posts I’ve read recently, that I should share with y’all my scars. These pictures were taken today, October 7th, the cuts were made on August 19/20. They are still very bright, very noticeable and often very sensitive. For a time, the sub stitches, non-dissolvable, were getting rejected by my body and were pushed up through the semi-healed wounds. I kept having to take cuticle scissors and cut the threads down in the hopes that I would be able to unravel the knots and pull the nylon out. I think I got a few out, but the rest of the sub stitches are still buried under my scars.

 

Right foot, 2 lacerations, 16 stitches total.

Right foot, 2 lacerations, 16 stitches total.

Left side calf, 7 sub stitches, 11 surface stitches.

Left side calf, 7 sub stitches, 11 surface stitches.

Side of right ankle.

Side of right ankle.

Right forearm, 2 lacerations, 16 sub stitches, 21 surface stitches total.

Right forearm, 2 lacerations, 16 sub stitches, 21 surface stitches total.

Left forearm, 3 deep lacerations, 1 superficial lac, 13 sub, 20 surface stitches total.

Left forearm, 3 deep lacerations, 1 superficial lac, 13 sub, 20 surface stitches total.

 

For a time, I was quite ashamed and embarrassed, always wore long sleeves and hid my scars from everyone. I still hide them on occasion, like around my roommate, because I depend on him for a roof over my head and a bed to sleep in and don’t want to give him any reason to ask me to leave. He has a 15 year old daughter part time, so I don’t want him to think I’m unstable in any way. I would understand if he thought I could be a danger to his little girl, but I’m only a danger to myself. Also, any job interviews I’ve had, I make sure to wear a long sleeved blouse. Good impressions and such. You pretty much have to sell yourself to get a job, and I certainly don’t want to shake my potential future boss’ hand and have them see the bright red, very obvious scars.

 

Now I have a job working at walmart, and it’s pretty fun, and I don’t hide my scars at work. I wear short sleeved shirts, constantly wave at other employees that I’ve met, including my Assistant Manager and an AM from a different department. I’ve been there just over 2 weeks, and nobody has said anything about my scars, not even my friend that I made on the first day of orientation. I’m pretty sure she’s noticed them, but she hasn’t felt the need, or hasn’t gotten the courage to ask about them. Or perhaps, since she knows I’m a widow, she already has what happened figured out. Hahaha.

So, those are my scars that you can see….

 

These next few pictures show the scars that are invisible. Nobody will ever see these scars, but they may catch a glimpse of the pain they cause me.

 

What is left of my husband..

What is left of my husband..

Jack

My wedding ring.

My wedding ring.

A pendant that holds a bit of my husbands ashes.

A pendant that holds a bit of my husbands ashes.

My husbands wedding band entwined by the cord to the pendant.

My husbands wedding band entwined by the cord to the pendant.

 

There is nothing in this world that will lessen my pain. There is nothing in this world that can bring back that which has been taken. For me, there is nothing in this world. There is nothing without him. I am nothing without him. I am an empty shell.

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Triticeae 10/8/2014 - 12:39 am

As long as you have one friend, you’re not completely empty.
You’re a very brave person. Losing your soulmate (whichever term you’d prefer to use) has no emotional comparison in this world. And so to continue on, even in your pain and loss, shows immense strength. Don’t let your scars, emotional or physical, make you think otherwise. They do not define you – they are only a part of you.

theWhispersOfMySins 10/8/2014 - 1:09 am

I don’t have words to say how sorry I am you are hurting so badly. Life is so unfair.

kontinkatink 10/8/2014 - 6:45 am

Thanks for sharing your story. Life IS unfair. My last bf was THE most important person apart from my own kids. I truly believed he was my soulmate and I miss him like hell…he hates my guts which just destroys me cuz I tried to do whatever I could to help him but I just got walked over again…no matter how hard and how much I wanted it to work I don’t think he felt the same way. I feel your pain, I hope somehow that you heal at least enough to want to keep going.

God bless and I hope something really good happens to you real soon to give you hope anew.

securityblanket 10/14/2014 - 2:30 am

You know him best, what would he want for you now?

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