I'm starting to make sense of it all. To feel better. I've started sleeping again. The pain in my chest is subsiding. I had always known what to do. I just never seemed able to muster up the cahones. To make the choice to be with just me.
I feel a twinge hopeful again. That whole, world is my oyster type of shit. I don't dread the holidays. I don't dread much. I am free. Finally...finally free. I won't ever look behind me again. I won't ever open that door, or window again. My soul won't allow for it.
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