You can be amazing, you can turn a phrase into a weapon or a drug. You can be the outcast, or be the backlash of somebody’s lack of love. Or you can start speaking up.
When my marriage started to fall apart, I told no one. And by no one, I mean NO ONE. Not my best friends, not my sisters. I white knuckled it by myself in the hopes that we would work things out. I was afraid that if we did, I would not be able to look in the faces of those closest to me without seeing judgment for my decision to stay, or worse yet, pity. I was afraid the people who loved me would hate him, and I didn’t want them to hate him. There are some bells you cannot unring, and so I stayed silent.
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