I didn’t write much about those days, ******* in her cold words, to the pit of my stomach.
My anger pushing down further and further until I became a shell of a person.
I was helpless, but I had my own lighthouse.
Days felt like nights, cold;
Icy words, I’d **** them down like my straw to a perfect chocolate milkshake.
Cold, down to the pits of your stomach.
Years and years, until the ground shook and I spoke.
It wasn’t one specific moment in time but all the little moments, all the digs; all their faces, accusing.
All in a moments time, gone.
All the anger, all the rage slowly starting to disintegrate into nothing; I’m not saying it didn’t take some time.
From the warm weather to the leaves falling.
It wasn’t just me, you caused pain to.
It wasn’t just me, that had to heal.
You broke something that I’m incapable of repairing.
I hope everyday when you wake up, I’m in the back of your mind.
Every holiday, birthday, we will miss, because you broke it.

The leaves will fall, the seasons will change.
But I have my little family and I am free.