I firmly believe that my body understands aspects of events that are not consciously available.
But I guess my body will never forget it or maybe subconsciously it’s still at the back of my mind.
Maybe. I imagine that--just like like in the early and acute stages of having your flesh melted off after the bomb was dropped--you won't feel how you feel forever; not that it makes feeling it right now any easier.
I also want to highlight a wider context. You had your ex-husband replaced with some evil twin which is bewildering enough, but then he tried to destroy you while you were in probably the most vulnerable state you've been since you were an infant. He wanted to annihilate you. Having that type of unfathomable and senseless destruction aimed at you (from likely the most trusted person in your life, no less) is overwhelming. I think of it as psychic shrapnel. Here is something I remember writing:
I pull out these pieces of shrapnel one tear at a time
I've filled scrapyards
My head still sets off metal detectors
But like shrapnel, there is a finite amount. Each shard you can see, you can feel, you can sit with, you can nurture, you can love, you can heal. And what is left is an ever growing collection of love notes to yourself from yourself.
It's just this, for a while.