Today is eight months since I became free and clean. Eight months since my daughters and I left my husband and started a happier life. As I look back now I wish I had left earlier but I didn’t know then what I know now. I guess we all just do what seems best at the time, or just take a bit longer to find the strength to do what we need to do.
I love my new little house, on its quiet little street. My little house that I keep spotless after 25 years being married to a hoarder. A hoarder who tried to manipulate me and gaslight me. I always thought I was smarter than him and that I knew when he was doing it. As I reflect now I think he actually succeeded about half the time. I definitely know that my life is less than it could have been had I had a supportive, loving partner and that makes me sad. But now I get to start over and this time I will do what’s right for me.
I know it’s weird this Gen Xer being on here but I learnt that so many people feel the way I do about certain celebrities and shows. And so I watch as others say what I wish I had the courage to say. Over the last couple of years that escape helped me stay positive and now it just makes me happy. I know I don’t know much about re blogging and tagging, and I only just discovered fanfics (omg that was eye opening) so sorry if I’m not a good supporter but thanks to all of you posting the stuff I like and being brave and honest in your comments and tags.
So cheers to me 🍾 and love to you all ❤️
