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Moving on

It's been a really random few days. I've discovered, sometimes being strong for the sake of your child is sometimes really difficult but something that must be done.

I've realized that some people will continue to live life playing the victim. As in, never owning up to the mistakes they make. I will be the first to tell you, I make mistakes and I've made plenty of them. I have learned from them. And I move on. MOVE ON being the key word. My plea to asshat is, move on and quit making my life a living hell. I've admitted the mistakes I made and I am attempting to get on with my life. I don't deserve the hell you have put me through for over 15 years and you sure as hell never deserved me. But I got the best of you and she's asleep beside me. Because of your actions that you can't seem to own up to, I get the joy of going to bed snuggled up to her every night while you lay in your cold, lonesome bed at your parent's house.

I realize each day how lucky I am. I'm surrounded by wonderful, amazing people. I've lost some friends but made new ones along the way. I've found someone who makes me feel like the most beautiful woman on the planet and I am damn lucky to have found him. I've learned a lot about myself because of him. I've learned to ignore the rules and follow my heart. I no longer worry about "the people" and their preconceived notions of how life and love should be. And after all these years, the movie "The Notebook" makes sense.

"So it's not gonna be easy. It's going to be really hard; we're gonna have to work at this everyday, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, everyday. You and me... everyday."

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