I spent seventeen years disappearing.
Not in a dramatic way. No screaming matches the neighbors could hear. Just quiet, steady erasure. Until the day my husband walked out and I realized I didn’t even know who was left standing in the empty house.
Now the divorce is final. The blue furniture is gone... don't ask. And for the first time in my adult life, every choice is mine.
I’m learning how to want things again. How to take up space. How to stop apologizing for existing. Group therapy was supposed to help… instead it handed me two very different women. One of them pushes me to live without guilt. The other still thinks love will fix everything. Both are hilarious.
Some days I feel strong. Some days I still hear Greg’s voice telling me I’m worthless. Most days I’m just trying not to mess up the freedom I fought so hard for.
Sex is on the agenda. I have to find out if I even like it, or if I'm broken. One guy actually called me Mommy. I know, this whole 'finding myself' is going to be one hell of a ride.
But healing is messy. And some nights, when the wind moves through the trees just right, I wonder if I’m truly free''
or if I’m just running from the woman I used to be.
Genre: Romance
Not in a dramatic way. No screaming matches the neighbors could hear. Just quiet, steady erasure. Until the day my husband walked out and I realized I didn’t even know who was left standing in the empty house.
Now the divorce is final. The blue furniture is gone... don't ask. And for the first time in my adult life, every choice is mine.
I’m learning how to want things again. How to take up space. How to stop apologizing for existing. Group therapy was supposed to help… instead it handed me two very different women. One of them pushes me to live without guilt. The other still thinks love will fix everything. Both are hilarious.
Some days I feel strong. Some days I still hear Greg’s voice telling me I’m worthless. Most days I’m just trying not to mess up the freedom I fought so hard for.
Sex is on the agenda. I have to find out if I even like it, or if I'm broken. One guy actually called me Mommy. I know, this whole 'finding myself' is going to be one hell of a ride.
But healing is messy. And some nights, when the wind moves through the trees just right, I wonder if I’m truly free''
or if I’m just running from the woman I used to be.
Genre: Romance
Used availability for Rebecca Ratliff's Rayne Falling Hard