Random Writing

Feeling as if I were to burst into a milllion pieces. Finally picking it all up from that last time that I did burst. It's funny how I want to burst now from happiness so different from then. Missing pieces still finding places but feeling more whole by the minute. He cant break me any more, not if I dont let him. Two beautiful angles we've had that he wont make the right choices to get to know. His loss not mine. I feel so lucky when I look at them every day and know that's what makes it all worthwhile. My love of them. That's how I came to heal. Not from groups or friends, or family or counseling. It was the powerful thing called the love of my childern. I love you Wyatt and Zoey!