It has been a long road I have traveled these past two years since you’ve been gone. I spent my first two months sleeping on the couch to make sure I’d wake up if I heard you trying to get in. There were times I thought I saw you in a crowd and it took all the tiny amount of strength inside me not to start crying right there in front of everyone. I struggled with the fear that you were going to kill me! I struggled with the fear that you were going to steal my children (which you tried to do)! Every day was a day spent afraid… scared…
Then one day that fear began to ease… you were gone. The kids were safely in my care. I managed to get my first job in seven years.