I've taken a small break in writing the Addiction series.
Putting it all out for all of you to see has actually has brought me some, no, a lot of healing.
However it has also brought in some nightmares. You know the kind where you wake up sweating and breathless?
One I had ~ it wasn't the ex who was shot it was me. Another, there was a lot of drugs everywhere. Even though I've not written anything in a week, I had one the other night that I thankfully don't remember, but I know it took me a good hour to feel comfortable enough to go back to bed.
I know that all that has happened in the past, and now I have a life that when I was living in that past I could only dream of having. (See, dreams can come true!) I know they are just dreams and nightmares and those can't hurt me, but they are still scary just the same.
I have Steve who is so supportive of me and treats me like every woman wants a man to treat her. With lots of love and respect.
My parents are extremely proud of me right now and where I am at in my life.
I have the respect of my Broker/Owner and my Broker/Managers along with a string of Real Estate agents that I work with.
I really can't ask for anything more, now can I? I'm the lucky one, and yes, I am a survivor and damn proud of it.
I guess I never realized how badly the events of those 7 years affected me mentally. I know that some folks fighting addiction realize who they've hurt and to what degree. But, I can guarantee you that person I was married to had no clue.
How many others are out there like me?? Have they healed? Have they forgiven? Have they forgot?
I still have more to tell you on this story, today just wasn't the day, I know you understand. :)