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Our Body Stores Relationship Trauma: Visceral Reactions
And it takes time to process and heal from it
I woke up from a good night’s rest feeling particularly perky for a Friday morning, only to be boosted further by my morning cuppa chai.
I was particularly looking forward to my 9 am tennis game with some very nice women and a good level of tennis.
All pumped up, I went to the club 45 mins early. I wanted to warm up on the elliptical and do some band exercises and dynamic stretching. My usual routine is to hit the women’s locker room first, fill my water bottle, and head over to the warm-up area before entering the courts.
In my more-than-usual positive frame of mind, when I was in the locker room, I thought to myself that I would like to at some point in the future be “civil” with my wasband. Not like a friend, but at least be able to see him like another human being and be okay in that space.
I filled my water and entered the gym. I saw a familiar face and my eyes lit up to the familiarity that immediately brought a smile to my face. My brain then registered the identity of the person. It was my wasband. My smile was immediately wiped off my face.
It was like someone took a needle and burst my balloon. I went from a 100 to a -10 in less than 30…
