Between the Living and the Dead

I've heard it said that peace can feel boring when you're used to chaos.

My ex would tell me that I was boring. I was so boring that he would steal anything and everything he could from me to pawn for meth. It was super boring of me to drive him 300 miles to go to rehab. My boring ass took care of his kid the whole time. I was so bored that I continued taking care of his kid even when I kicked him out after rehab wasn't enough. Still so bored that I fought CPS and won, just so I could find his kid a boring adoptive family.

He stole my peace from me for over two years and managed to make it feel like ten. But now, well now he's dead. And me, I have my peace back.

How boring is that?