Jiron

I left my husband.... and I feel like my heart is on the edge of a cliff. The same feeling I had when I dangled my feet off the edge of the Grand Canyon. I know leaving was right ... but I am completely surrounded by so many unknowns. Part of me feels frozen in place... and another part is waiving a banner and blowing a horn and telling me to get up and move quickly. I have a family to support and care for and a life to overcome. One voice says I am already victorious. Another voice says that I am about to fall apart. The warrior and the subservient wife sharing the same body and feeding me opposite stories. Leaving my husband makes me the quitter, I suppose. I quit being called Worthless I quit being called less of a woman than any woman he has ever been with I quit being called fat I quit being called a dike I quit being told I can not spend time with my children I quit being told that I can not have clothes, or shoes, or even new underwear I quit being told that I am incompe...