Life On My Own Terms
In the end, he found out before I could tell him I was leaving. Actually, that is a much better way - clean, smooth and quiet. No crying, no emotions. He called from work and said that he had been reading my EP stories. He got in through a mutual friend since I deleted him long ago (he hadn't read anything in months and talking had been non existant for years).
He asked if I could stay until our daughter was in a group home. Five years, was he crazy, I didn't want to stay 5 minutes.
So I'm preparing to live life on my own terms. To be the one calling the shots. To come and go as I please. To be skyclad in my home without my elderly father in law coming in. To finally relax and be myself, be the person I always wanted to be - or at least the one who is coming out now.
Love is out there. Real mature lasting love. Love that doesn't treat me like I'm less than him because I'm a woman. Love that is responsible and good I'm scared at this point that I won't find it, but it's time to leave, to be free of the lie I've been living for too long. Nothing is standing in the way anymore.