This house is not a home.

I didn't know?

I
didn't
know.

She says it counts
as domestic violence.

I look at her funny.

She states it as a fact.

And I feel shock.
Then relief.

No wonder I haven't felt safe.

None of this was in my head.

I'm finally realizing
after all this time.

It's been the truth.
It's always been the truth.

I
never
lied.

I feel like I can finally
live my life.

Because it was abuse.
And someone believes me.
And I don't have to settle
for forgiveness and good days,
convincing myself I'm just
"being dramatic".

I can step away.
I can live the life I want.

I'm not responsible for
picking up the pieces

if
I
leave.