I was so angry that my ex fled the country to avoid facing the felony charge for strangling me—but honestly?
Feck him.
I just don’t care anymore. I’m at the point where I’m actually glad he’s gone. Now that all of his stuff is out of my house, I feel like I can finally exhale.
I can finally enjoy the gift in all of this: freedom.
He hated when I talked to my friends. I wasn’t allowed to post pretty pictures of myself without it turning into a fight. He hated it when I’d sing. I couldn’t even do something as simple as eat a snack in bed while I listened to music.
So yeah, I’m going to be doing things these days because life is short. INCLUDING (but not limited to) snagging myself an amazing man. And if anyone has anything negative to say about any of it, they can feck off too.
Thank you to everyone who’s been part of this journey with me already. If you want to follow me into this next chapter, I’d love to have you here!