13 years

i spent thirteen years of my life with someone who didn’t know my worth.

clearly. I didn’t either.

i didn't share my life. I lived through it. I survived it.

it wasn’t physical pain or overt. But it was manipulative and tactical. Snide comments, rude and condescending.

Walking on eggshells or having buttons pushed so I felt and acted crazy.

being removed from the catalyst and relearning how to trust has revealed that initial brush was not love in any sense.

far removed i can now clearly see how true caring never seeks to cut you down or belittle you. Rather it sparks joy and burns bright in your smile.

I found myself again and never forget my worth when it is called into question by my past. The future is brighter than I ever thought possible. Brought to me by an unlikely flame. Steady. And. Sure.