I should be talking about a wonderful, amazing scene that we had yesterday evening. But I can't. It'll make me sad and frustrated.
And it was a great scene. Probably our best so far. Maybe one day I can write about it.
I'm not angry. We're going to talk about it some more tomorrow. I hope it'll make more sense then.
I'm not thrilled with any of this, but I understand why, in part, the decision was made. Granted, I have a few choice words of my own that will be said. If he ever wants us to be an "us" in the future, there are a few things he needs to know first.
I am stronger and more resilient than anyone has given me credit for. I will be the mountain that does not move. The tree that bends but does not break.
And I will wait. Let them all see what happens now that I am free. Truly, the surface has only been scratched and there is so much more to see than anyone ever thought possible.
I don't know when I'll be posting again. Being here right now isn't good for me. But I will be back.