leaving
8 days ago I left my old life. I left my husband. I left my friends and I left the place I loved and had known as home for 9 years.
The week leading up to that day was hectic, chaotic, sad and exhausting.
My husband indulged in his smut while I was packing. If I was packing in the living room he was on his computer looking at and talking to whores.
The weirdest thing for me is that I did NOT care...at all.
We were like strangers living in the same house. I don't know how we got to this point. It was weird. But, I wasn't sad or mad or hurt or anything.
I need to clarify something....I wasn't sad I was leaving him, but I was broken hearted for my children.
I was sad I was leaving this life I wanted, this life I thought I was going to have when I married this man 9 years ago who has slowly become a stranger in my life.
The day I left was a good day.
My dad showed up and I felt so much peace.
We didn't have anyone to help load the truck because everyone was working.
A good friend and neighbor showed up, then another neighbor I'd met maybe twice, then my 4 friends from the ward showed up. We got everything loaded in an hour-ish and my dad left.
My mom came and spent the day with me saying goodbye to all the people who had become part of my family.
When I left my apartment for the last time I took a hammer and created the above masterpiece for my husband to come home to.
I didn't do it out of anger. I did it because I wanted him to realize what he had done.
Maybe I was a little mad or hurt or sad, but the reason and the feelings don't matter right now.
It felt good!
He destroyed our forever family.
When I left my apartment for the last time I took a hammer and created the above masterpiece for my husband to come home to.
I didn't do it out of anger. I did it because I wanted him to realize what he had done.
Maybe I was a little mad or hurt or sad, but the reason and the feelings don't matter right now.
It felt good!
He destroyed our forever family.
It was a bittersweet day.
It was something I never thought would really happen.
I thought HE would change.
I thought HE would choose his family.
But, he didn't.
He is blaming me for breaking up our family.
He is calling me names and being mean.
OH, and, I don't care!!!!!
I am free!
I am brave!
I am strong!
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