I know there will be those who think I have run away from my problems, leaving home and that life behind. I won’t allow you to say that about me though. To run away would mean that I never faced my problems head on. I did and dammit I worked hard to get through it. The pain, the memories, the God awful humiliation of being dumped in my work car park. I laugh now at the absurdity of the situation, I mean who does that? Dumps their wife after a 10 hour shift in the middle of her work car park. It is beyond bizarre.
It took two years before I felt myself rise again. Two years of emotional turmoil. Pain can be silent and it can be cruel. It tortures you from one day to a next, never allowing you to be prepared for what to expect. Then it stops. Just like that. All of a sudden, It becomes easier to breathe and life feels good.
I left for myself, not because of someone. I left to prove to myself that I could do it. I left to show myself that I was not weak and broken by what happened. I left and found myself.