I still struggle with why I stayed so long.

And I still don’t know.

There were opportunities where I could have left,

but I didn’t

What was it?

Especially when I no longer loved him.

I don’t understand!

Someone suggested that I stayed because I was afraid.

Yes, I was, but I wasn’t afraid toward the end.

I just lingered in that Shit!

I’m not even sure how I survived as long as I did.

*The effectual fervent prayers of the righteous man availeth much.*

I had loved ones petitioning prayers to God for me, Thank you, Lord.

But the most important thing is I got out with my life and my children.

And in the midst of my struggles, that’s all that matters.