#aftermanyyears

Where to start?

It’s been months since I walked away from my hometown after an experience I will never forget. To be honest, it makes me feel terrible knowing not many have the choice, the chance to escape. My mother got out as soon as she was able to many years ago leaving me to deal with my father’s mood swings. 

What is there to expect when he drinks, snorts his coke, pops xanax, and smokes his weed on a daily bases. 

On the brighter side

I met a very kind, wonderful man. 

I spent many years judging others for rushing into things, assuming it was love but here I am, waking up next to him (on the nights i sleep), making him dinner after a long day of him working. He loves me, and I love him. 

I used to write a lot. Blog much more, however the site i was on no longer exists, open diary. To make matters worse I have lost my muse, if I ever had one that is. I really miss it, as well as photography, and drawing/painting.