As I remove the pictures from the walls, and take the babys room apart and sort and throw away and pack I cant help but get a knot in my stomach...This was suppose to be the place we called home. Our first family place, the rooms my son would learn to walk, where our little family would grow, but it never was any of that for us to begin with. As much as I wanted it to be it just wasnt.. Just a cozy personal hell...This became the place I cried nightly. This is the place my son was sad and couldnt play peacefully without hearing an argument or me crying in the other room..This is the place that made me afraid to leave work. These walls are tainted with bad memories and worse feelings... The words that were said here can never be undone...I have sat on this floor where I am now packing, and I have broken down and made myself sick with a broken heart. I will leave this place and I wont look back, because I will have a family and I will hav a home one day and I will not cry and I will not be broken. Im leaving the hurtful words, the broken pieces, and the bad memories here. They will not weigh me down any more... God has made a path for me and has given me the people who love and support me and keegen and I will follow that with a heart free of sorrow or regret. So this is goodbye to my past I do not live there anymore.
Posted on: Thu, 04 Sep 2014 18:54:39 +0000
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