3 days of no contact. I know it seems small, but, it is huge for me.
Want to say thanks for being here, everyone.
One day at a time...I am slowly feeling like some small pieces of me are stirring awake. I thought they were all dead. There is alot of emotional gunk stuck on these pieces, but, I am feeling hopeful in recovering my SELF, and getting on with mine and my sons lives...
It feels good to cry and know that the barrage is on hiatus.I had stopped crying a long time ago, because there was so much maintenance necessary to just deal with him, his lies, and his crazy chaos everyday.
Now that I can trust myself to stop the train, I can feel, and I am scared of how big the feelings are, but, I also feel like I am coming HOME to myself.
