It’s funny you become inundated with before and after pictures of people who have lost weight and consider their lives changed forever. For me, if I were to do a before and after picture, it would be before I invited that monster into my life and after. Now.
I am happy. I am loved. I have a man who dropped to his knee and asked me to marry him. My family and I repaired our damaged relationship. I have a few good friends. I am no longer cowering behind my fears. I am writing and making art and being the best me I know how to be.
My life changed because I made an active decision to change it. I still have nightmares about those times or about him finding us, but then I wake up the man I love, and he comforts me. I still cry sometimes, but I am loved.
Tomorrow, he’s taking me to a baseball game and in the morning, we’re getting pancakes. Sometimes, I cry because my life is so beautiful. My future husband is so damn wonderful.
This is happiness. Being loved. Being treated like I am amazing and beautiful.