the realization just hit me.
i'm OUT.
i'm not with him anymore.
i got out.
i did it.
I DID.
me myself......ME
i have my kids too...i didn't have to leave them behind to get out.
and i am out!
he has no more control over me anymore.
he's a sad little boy.
i saw him....and he's icky.
and yes, it turns my stomach to ever think i was intimate with him.....
let alone thinking of the horrid details.
but i don't have to do that anymore!
ever!
and i thought i'd never succeeded at anything.
yes, the memories come back....sometimes really badly and overwhelming.
but i honestly NEVER thought i could be out of that.
i thought i'd be in it till i killed myself....or him....or died of not taking care of myself. or SOMETHING.
*feeling lighter*



