I never believed from the start that mine would actually go through with it. But he sure put me through hell. In the last few weeks, I made a whole bunch of money and that alleviated my irrational fears of becoming a bag lady. The other point was, he couldn't take any of it. I felt like I was getting more control over my own future. That helped. Then I just started getting mad at myself for being jobbed like that. Finally just said, "the hell with it" and walked away in my mind. Just exhausted myself, like someone at the wailing wall in Jerusalem. Then I met some guys who were interested in me, although I didn't reciprocate. All together, it added up that there is life after this mess.
Went NC but responsive to outreach. Outreach turned into phone calls, more outreach, etc. Then it kind of came together the last few days. I am not 100% on board but willing to give it a shot.
