I’m trying to write about all the abuse I suffered with my ex these past ten years. I remember every single time he put his hands on me. I can recall the smallest of details from what we were wearing to the smell of the area we were in. But as I’m writing, the monster has found me. It’s different this time. It’s in my chest but as the tears fall down my face the monster slowly dissipates. I wonder how far I can get with this, or if maybe the monster will be gone for good.
Readers, I need your support, your wise words and helpful hands that have gotten through these past few months. I need it more now as I let go of everything he has put me through. I’m finally moving on in every aspect of my life and I feel like this is the final piece.