I just picked up my final divorce papers a little over an hour ago, I cried. I was filled with so much relief and just remembering everything that I have been through. Sometimes the memories can be so excruciating.
I’m so relieved but I’m not done crying yet. It’s like I am burying a part of my life and I am so happy for it but I still need to cry. Cry for all the pain that girl went through, all the nights she stayed up at night staring at the ceiling wondering if life would ever get better. Crying for the girl that would cower in the corner of the room begging in her head that he would just leave her alone that he wouldn’t hit her again. Crying for the girl that sat on the edge of the bed with a knife to her wrist debating. Crying for the girl that ran away so many times barefoot only to solemnly walk back to her captor because she really felt utterly and truly alone, and crying tears of joy rejoicing for the woman she has become.
Serena Nerva












