When I began writing this story, I was a 51-year-old African American woman who had just left her husband.
We’d been married for 27 years when all of the shit went left. I knew that when I left it would be a struggle, but I didn’t care. It was time for me to be on my own. Do some things that I wanted to do. I’m not sure who is reading this, but I do know that if you have been in a long-term relationship that’s been driven apart by lies and bullshit, then you know where I’m coming from.
I say foolishness because I allowed a lot of it to happen with my blind-eyed ways. I thought that if I ignored or pretended to be okay with things that occurred in the past; things that I just couldn’t let go of, then I would be alright. Little did I know that those things would be the same things that propelled me to walk out of the door.
When I walked out of the door, I knew my life would be forever changed. Not just my life, but our two daughter’s lives, as well.
