Oh wow, jumping back on here has been like jumping into a Time Machine. Wretched in a lot of ways, interesting in others.
Stephen was abusive as hell. Like, domestically abusive. Like, “arrested twice for trying to actually murder me” abusive. Charges never stuck because I just saw him as a sick person and didn’t think that warranted a lifetime of prison as a result. I suffered a lot.
This is the first I have talked about it publicly, and it’s because I want to rectify anything I’d said about him on here before. I don’t know what he’s doing or saying these days, I’ve blocked him on every social media I have. I know it’s probably not good, knowing him— he always liked to make up rumors about his exes ever since we were kids. Like when we were kids, though, there’s no lie he can spread about me that’s worse than the God’s honest truth about him. I’m safe and happy now.
I have a kid now, he is 2. He’s the little love of my life. My husband is the big love of my life. I’m working at a job I love. I’ve been there for 3 years now. My degree has actually come in handy. Also, I’m in school for a master’s again courtesy of my job.
I have so many friends now. Like, more than I think I have had in my life. And they’re all genuine. Not like, wishy-washy people who will disappear when life gets hard. They’ll probably be carrying my casket if they’re alive when I die.
all this is to say life is good now. I don’t think the trauma “helped me become who I am today,” but in some kind of fucked up way, I’m almost glad I went through it if it means this is the timeline where I have my son, my husband, my family, my friends.
dear reader, I hope you realize that life will get better for you, too, if you’re not already happy where you are. I know my happiness is temporary but God, it is just so great. I hope you get to experience such joy in your life, too.
May your days be brilliant and may kindness follow you wherever you go. 🫶
