I am not okay.
I have to painfully, but honestly, admit that I am not okay. And to be honest - I'm not confident that I ever will be. This cold, stark realization paralyzes me. A lot of you have followed my posts, commented with your support, and cheered me on from afar. Some of you have spent immeasurable hours just listening to me vent, cry, bitch, and try to make sense of what is happening and how I'm feeling. I am forever grateful for that. I have fought a hard fight. One that I didn't start, or even care to participate in, but I had no choice. The vile, abusive, disgusting man that is still legally my husband, decided to unleash a tornado of narcissistic rage on me. Binding my moves with the court, crippling me financially, and targeting every single thing I am and have worked for my entire life. All because I refused to be abused by him any longer. That's it. I never cheated. I don't lie. I worked multiple jobs to shower him with gifts, tools, vehicles that he never worke...