It's hard to break the silence. I'm not sure what to write about. I could let you know that I'm growing and building a better life for myself, that I'm getting stronger, I'm creating more, I've planted a garden, I've adopted a puppy, I've built a couple of chicken coops and some fences to keep goats, I've crocheted a sweater and some other things to wear, I've cleaned off that blue couch that was piled with mountains of clothes I don't wear and made a cozy place to sit and drink my coffee and talk to my plants, I've bought more books on philosophy and read them a few times and highlighted some sections, I've stopped wearing makeup, my hair is back to its natural color, I've got more greys since the last time I saw you.
I don't want to see you again. It was hard to detach, it was hard to let go, it was hard to tell you to pack your things and leave.
Part of me wants to cry and yell at you that you broke my heart, you crushed my spirit with your lies. You hurt me.
I want to move on. I want to put you out of my mind. I want to stop thinking about you when I wake up from another nightmare. This tight feeling in my chest, this weight on my shoulders, I just want to let it go.
Slowly, it's starting to hurt less. At first, I couldn't get out of bed. I didn't shower for a week. I just laid there and stared at the ceiling, physically stopping myself from calling you and telling you that I forgive you and want you to come back home. I stopped myself because I knew that if I did take you back, I wouldn't be able to respect myself, I would be living a lie, I would be confirming to you that I am fine with the way you were treating me.
I had to set and keep the boundaries, even if you would never respect them. I asked myself, "If someone that I care about had a relationship like this, would I be happy for them, or would I be trying everything in my power to put an end to the cycle of abuse?"
And I had to realize that I am someone that I care about.








