If I was quiet and invisible maybe it would be a smooth night. I always made sure everything was perfect, myself included.
The house was my domain. Laundry was done. The house was spotless. Dinner was on the table…timed exactly for his arrival. It’s not that those things were bad, but I was doing it as a means of survival. Making sure everything was perfect was the only thing I could control. I tried my best but honestly, it was never perfect enough.
If you feel the same way, in your own home or in your own life, I want you to know, there’s a way out. Today, I have the dream marriage. I’m living the fairytale. My kids are happy and thriving. The dream is actually real.
It is scary. I want you to know, you are not alone. It’s going to be okay. If you need a safe place to talk, email me.⠀