Here I am. A wife and a mother, among other things, and at the very least – a grown woman. Still married to a verbal, emotional and these days (only) an occasional physical abuser. He is nothing but a mental terrorist waiting for my brain to explode. I know what you’re thinking. Why am I still here? My sole reason for being here this long…I have kids. And although that should have been more of an incentive to get out – I didn’t. I chose to wait until my kids got to an age where they could get out on their own. When I wouldn’t have to drag them into hiding or have the state take them. Two down, one to go. Yes, over the years I have sacrificed and suffered, as have they. But now I can see the finish line. I am in training for the biggest day of my life….the first day of the rest of my life.
The time is near.