13 years
i spent thirteen years of my life with someone who didn’t know my worth.
clearly. I didn’t either.
i didn't share my life. I lived through it. I survived it.
it wasn’t physical pain or overt. But it was manipulative and tactical. Snide comments, rude and condescending.
Walking on eggshells or having buttons pushed so I felt and acted crazy.
being removed from the catalyst and relearning how to trust has revealed that initial brush was not love in any sense.
far removed i can now clearly see how true caring never seeks to cut you down or belittle you. Rather it sparks joy and burns bright in your smile.
I found myself again and never forget my worth when it is called into question by my past. The future is brighter than I ever thought possible. Brought to me by an unlikely flame. Steady. And. Sure.
That moment when you are listening to your ex Husband lament about the 1500 things he's experiencing with the new and soon to be new ex wife. Only to really hear him describe the 1500 things that have made you the strongest and best version of yourself today.
How can someone be so blind to their own turmoil even 6 years later? I don’t wish anyone pain. But I how that shit stings like a motherfucker.
things cast a direct light when you’ve put your own pieces back together.