Can it?

Can trust be rebuilt? Not the trust of a cheating spouse or that of an errant child but the trust that is built over time, that which is developed and nurtured, tended with care and compassion, cultivated and loved until it comes to its pinnacle - the comfort zone of free speech and honesty.

I thought I had that. It was so very cruelly taken from me in the simple act of a pair of arms around the body of another - The Squaw. She who betrayed me so indifferently - and by the will of the latest male in her world. She who has laid my world bare to all who know us…..I only thank my good sense that I did not tell her the truth about Red and I. The horror that goes with that (for him more than I) is unthinkable.

I want so much to move beyond that image. That memory of gut wrenching, all encompassing, heart breaking devastation that was presented to me at time when I probably needed it least. How do I do that? Is it possible? Can I let that image - and all that it implies - out of sight or will I be forever aware of its shadow?