Scabs is my nickname, 

it's also Mother Nature's band-aid.


There's just no pretty way to tell the genesis of my nickname, but, most people are curious, so here it is: 

This true story is a bit raw, a bit scabby, and a bit hilarious, so, if you're looking for unicorns or glitter, go no further...

Many years ago, i uncovered the ugly truth that I was not the only woman to share my husband's bed. There were many others. This betrayal gutted me. I questioned my ability to love, my bra size, my children's future, whether sex/porn addiction was a real thing, but most of all I wondered if I'd ever be able to breathe again.

 Finally, with a shattered heart, I pointed to the door. I needed separation and I needed to think. He moved out, but he'd often come back to the house. He'd knock on the door and say 'sorry' and when he did, sometimes we'd talk and try to untangle ourselves from the enormous mess.

One of these times, I began to thoughtlessly pick at the edge of a scab on my shin. A few weeks earlier I'd fallen and scraped a long half-inch-wide piece of skin from my leg. The crust had healed and was now starting to peel.

Just as the scab came loose I heard my estranged husband say, "I'll do anything to earn your forgiveness, a n y t h i n g..."

I swear it was unconsciously done but, I held out my freshly picked scab and said, "If you eat my scab, I'll forgive you."

This might seem harsh...because it is.

At the moment, this scab-eating-restitution was the only thing that made sense to my broken self.

But...just as he reached out to take the scabby communion, our lady dog jumped up and snatched the tawny colored crust of skin. She ate it. She gulped it down.

Since that day, I've honored my promise, and have forgiven Lady dog for any of her mis-steps.

This is my genesis, my rupture, my falling apart, and where all the unfolding really began.

As I told this story to the world, more and more people affectionately began calling me 'Scabs'. And, it stuck. I'm gonna warn you, it's brutal, but if you want to read more, click here for my 2012 archived blog, Eat My Scabs.



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