After my birthday, I went to Tennessee to be held. To feel. To enjoy. I looked into his eyes and realized, "I don't belong here anymore." And just like that, I was done. I was over it. I no longer saw him as my future husband, father of my kids. Those hopes were done. He was simply a man I once loved and once shared "amazing" with. But it was over at that moment.
At Thanksgiving, I saw my cousin eat his first holiday meal in 16 years. He's just finally out of the penitentiary and excited to begin anew. I watched him carve into his new life and savor freedom.
I am now at home, on my couch. Computer in lap, TV on in background. I'm grateful for freedom both the physical and the emotional.
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