Well, the day has arrived. After nineteen months of living a nightmare, I have finally sailed my life raft to that distant shore. I’m stepping out of my tiny vessel on the shaky legs of a newborn colt. Looking back at the raging sea I have just crossed, it’s hard to believe I survived this journey.
None of my rescue and resurrection would have been possible without my amazing circle of long-time girlfriends who manned the oars.
For Marilyn, Dixie, Cathy, Tammy, Barbara, Elaine, Natalie, Tora, and Lou, hugs and gratitude for getting me to that police chief, into a women’s shelter, for propping me up financially, for keeping my pets with five minutes notice. For taking days off work to hold my hand and dry buckets of tears. For holding back my hair while I puked up rivers of rage and regret. For graciously allowing me to be a never-ending houseguest while I tried to sort out the mess I’d gotten myself into. For driving me to my support group, attorney, and court when I was shaking too badly to get a key in the ignition. And a special thanks to the incredible network of fellow bloggers. Your words of cheer and encouragement got me out of bed on days when there was no other reason to.
Someday, in this lifetime or the next, I will pay this forward, because how can you truly thank someone for saving your life and allowing you to reclaim your soul?
Soon I come full circle when I board a plane back to my beginning. Nowhere Texas, here I come.