You were always there. I became comfortable with you, and you became
my normal. I lived with you
because I just thought this is what it means to be in this relationship.
And when you hurt me, I made excuses.
"I am just clumsy."
"The floor was really slippery."
"I tripped on the rug."
"I have weak ankles."
These are the excuses I made for you to mask the pain you caused me.
I didn't want anyone to know what
you did to me. You've never spared me an ounce of kindness or mercy.
Well, I am older now. I am wiser. And I am stronger.
You tried to steal my pride ... my dignity .... my happiness. You. Have. Failed.
You have only made me stronger. I know my limitations and imperfections. I embrace them because they are part of who I am. You have made me pull in all of the beautiful parts of life and hold onto them tightly. I know my self-worth and see you for what you really are. You will always be a part of me, but I am no longer comfortable with depending on you.
I am moving forward ... one foot in front of the other ... on my own.