Sad but free.

I’m sad, I’m angry, I’m frustrated, and I’m lonely, now.

But, I’ll be alright.

3 years I stuck around. I love him, I supported him. He was so close to getting help, one week to his first psychiatry appointment. We were both messy, both have our own pasts but I was growing, feeling like I finally had support and starting to thrive.

I will continue to thrive.

The trauma and PTSD seemed to get worse over the years from something just prior to us meeting. We were so close to that first step to make things better. So close to making us better.

Then he pushed me.

It wasn’t that hard. Physically, I’m fine. But, he pushed me, he put his hands on me. He crossed the line in the concrete, not a line in the sand.

I’m sad, I’m angry, and I’m frustrated but I’m not alone.

I have a strong support network, I have a good job, I make things run. I am respected and appreciated and I am not alone.

-A letter to myself and every other woman who has had to walk away or should walk away