There are very few things worse than having Love torn from you. Regardless of blame and reason, it leaves you in a place where you question the very existence of Love. Much less the ability to display it.
I overcame this period in my life by accepting responsibility for my wrongdoings and how I’d hurt others. Then I went through a process of self-forgiveness before opening a door for others to forgive me.
During the period of asking others to forgive me, I went through a raft of emotions as some forgave and others blasted me with the grudge and hate they still held against me. It wasn’t pretty and the period brought me to a next phase that I am still dealing with. I am fearful of letting down those that I Love.