I’m still here fighting. The co-parent seems to be doing his very best to tear down anything I’m trying to do on my own.
The saddest part is that I don’t even care about him enough to hate him. I simply want to move on and began my life as just me.
I have moved away (I’m officially a southern girl again!) from everything that was comfort for me. I gave up my job, my home, custody of our youngest child…all the hard shit that needed to be done. I did that shit like a THUG. Tears were shed. Pleadings to God were plentiful.
It has been hard…and painful…and joyful all at the same time.
I have invited happiness, fear, and love into my life.
My family has been my rock. It’s where I returned to feel safe. I am safe.
BL is still in my life, we are both living alone (single) in this world. It’s been a wonderful and painful journey.
As for today, I know I deserve all the things. All the joy, all the love, all the happiness.
My hope and plan is to have all the things.
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