
There was never a defining moment apart from the feeling that it was the end and that things had to change.
Like so much in life it was easier to think it than do it.
To leave a marriage after so many years when you truly thought the vows you took were sacred was not and never would be simple.
But when you saw the destruction that was happening not only to yourself but to your children the decision was a lot more manageable than you imagined.
To do so was to give up the person I was before, the cowering, compliant and pathetic self who had grown to hate life and whose day to day was all about fear. Fear of discovery, fear of retribution and fear of punishment on self and those who looked up to me.
I had to move away and become strong. I had to…
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