I have moved on from my old life.I am happier now at least I think so and most of the people around me think that I am.I live without getting yelled at without walking on eggshells.No more I am too fat I am too thin my hair is too long oh its too short why don't you make friends oh I don't like your friends.No more patching up holes in walls or buying a new t.v cause he got mad that the cable went out.No more fake orgasims or fake moans of pleasure,no more having to listen too his rules on drinking.I am free (well slightly free actually met someone one here)I am very happy I have hope that I will get married again (though not too soon).I may have to deal with some family down falls but I can't really do anything about that its my family (even though it was my main reason for leaving NY) and you gotta love your family.So I am divorced I am a single (well again not really happily taken) mother.I am cold (lol NY weather),but I am happy very very happy.Life moves on and even though I am not were I thought I would be ten years ago everything happens for a reason.
I know the first part of this is a little depressing and very idk out right I guess,but hey it wasn't all bad I guess though I do tend to remember the bad in that relationship there was some good like the little trips the flowers,the moments I watched him play with his kid and not yell at him or grab him.Sometimes I do have a sudden moment of saddness I worry I am not good enough but that is only because of the put downs I get from other people.I try not to let it get to me but its so hard to block everything out. I wear my heart on my slevee but my face cannot always be read.