Freedom has such a bitter taste on days when you don't want it. From day to day my mind does gymnastics around this concept of divorce. I don't want to be divorced. I don't want to be a divorcee. I don't want to have to check that box that screams, yes, I'm a failure at marriage for all the clerks of the world to see and pass judgement on. This is only one side of how I feel though. I also can't wait to just be Faith the person, instead of Faith the wife. I will forever be Emma's mom and I would never want to get away from that title. I wonder if I will ever get married again? I was so leary to get married in the first place because primarily, all I've seen are failures. I know there is someone out there who will truly care and love me. There is one man out there who will make love to me and love me simply for who I am, and not for what they see as a prize. I've been a trophy for so long and this pedestal is awfully high and perilous, not to mention old. I feel like I'm on stage all the time now. I have to watch everything I say and do because I don't want him to know I'm going yet. He asked for the divorce, we filed the paperwork, and now he's changed his mind. Well good for him, but I haven't changed mine - some days.
The most important thing in my life is my daughter, and I have to keep her in mind when my co-dependency starts to take over. I don't want to stay and have her think what we have is a healthy relationship. I don't want her to grow up thinking it's alright for men to be emotionally and verbally abusive to you. I have to leave for her sake if nothing else, but I also have to do it for myself. I don't deserve to be treated the way I am.
I hope, and some days, that's enough.