What about me?

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.

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