(Monday) At the third week, on the weeksary itself, the storm finally hit and I found myself in it's eye. Calm and yet deceptive, destructive. I needed to walk away before it destroys me.
(Today) After a day of solitude, and some miniscule crumb of pride swallowed, I was rewarded with liberation. Yes! My emotional ties were cut, suddenly, the way it always is when prayers are answered.
I don't have to worry about him anymore. I gave that back to God.
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