Sarra, I’m sorry. I see myself in what you are doing. I fought and fought to keep him around. I think I was fighting off my own rock bottom, the fear at the bottom of the well that kept me tied to the pain of the life i’ve known rather than face the void. I would probably still be there doing the same things had my daughter not had the courage to tell me to make him leave. When your child says something like that you listen ... and carry shame. Eventually I was able to let go, to embrace the pain and the fear. The more I let go of him, the more I find me.
