Stef, I understand. I have a scar on my upper lip from a belt buckle. When I was younger it wasn't as visable. But as I age it becomes more prominent. I guess it's symbolic of the fact that child abuse is always with us until we breathe our last breath. We can still love life though. I find the best balm is in helping other people.
An equal opportunity offender...I is.
Carmel, at least you aren't one of those cads who rushes to open the door for a beauty and then lets is slam on the little elderly lady that is three steps behind her.