They say time heals all wounds, but that is complete bullshit. I haven’t talked to my ex in years (we’ve been apart 15) but for some reason we started talking on facebook tonight. It might as well have been last week! We’re dancing around the pain that was there but I’m realizing that unless you actively work on the wounds, they will always be there.
Sometimes things get buried deep which is a way of dealing with life when it gets complicated, but in time things resurface, it is a time for healing, or re-burring depending on if one is ready.
Good Luck
Correct. What this occassion calls for is a good re-burring. 
Nor should it. Some things should remain painful reminders of mistakes you’ve made so you are less compelled to repeat them. Don’t wallow in it. But I see no reason to forgive and forget every damn thing. Stay (just a little) angry, my friend.
“Everyone always wants to know how you can tell when it’s true love, and the answer is this: when the pain doesn’t fade and the scars don’t heal, and it’s too damned late.”
― Jonathan Tropper, The Book of Joe
If you ever want to remember something perfectly for the rest of your life, make sure it’s something you regret.
But does it wound all heels?
No, that’s caltrops.
Sure it does. Give it 100 years.
Boy, is that true!!
Time doesn’t heal all wounds, but it can form a scab over them. Try not to pick at it.
Could make professional wrestling interesting. The ‘good guys’ wouldn’t use them, but the heels may be hoist with their own petards. (Now petards would really make wrestling interesting!)
I think that the best cure for a broken heart is meeting someone else. It’s hard not to reminisce and pine for yesterday when you’re lonely.
Not all wounds heal to 100%. But it does get less painful over time. If it doesn’t, you’re weird.
A possible counterexample could be the attitude toward my paternal grandfather. I’ve been “told” that he was a Very Naughty Boy ™ whose only meaningful contribution to the family was impregnating grandma before dying of complications related to poor lifestyle choices. He died before I was born and so I never really knew him apart from the stories that are told. My opinion of him is significantly above my parents’, and sometimes I think they think I’m an idiot for wanting to know more about him. My father won’t go anywhere near his father’s grave. I found it in an overgrown area of a cemetery. I don’t think anyone had been by in years, perhaps decades.
No one ever said time doesn’t leave scars, and sometimes those scars ache when a cold wind blows.
If you wait long enough, you’ll die. And then you won’t care about your ex at all any more.
Heh, that’s true. Maybe that’s what they mean by the phrase.
Really it was fine until he said that if things had been different, our 20th anniversary would be coming up. That just hit me in a way I didn’t expect.
You’ve heard of “time to bury the hatchet”.
A new one “Nobody forgets where they buried the hatchet”.
Works on tires too. I saw it in a movie once.
“Women forgive, but never forget. Men forget, but never forgive.” Robert Jordan.
The part about “time heals all wounds” people don’t understand is that you aren’t the same person after the wounding. Imagine getting your limbs amputated. Time will make the pain go away, but your life will never be the same. That doesn’t mean your life is better or worse, but you are a different person after the wounding.