One Week

It’s been just over one week since we left. One week without him and we are doing so well.

The kids are really blooming. Opening up. Feeling free. They’re taking on responsibilities willingly. Helping each other out.

I felt like going through old journals. Show the kids a bit of what I was like at their age. The younger two got into it. I also found the few journals I kept during my marriage, which is not legally over, yet. It’s very affirming.

How he’s made life far more difficult than it needed to be. How much I carried it all. That there were good times and reasons for me to have stayed.

I have joined the many who would rather be alone in peace than together in chaos. It was really too much by the end.

I’ve got some intense days ahead, but I’m happy to see them through. I’ve been in survival mode my whole life. I’ve studied and practiced how to care for myself and my kids through this kind of life.

Now, we’re going to learn how to live in peace and calm. We’re going to have the security they very much deserve.