Never thought I'd say it...


When you finally find love... REAL love...

On the day that I realized all the blessings I have in my life, when I knew that these would not exist if he hadn't left, I said out loud "Thank you!"
It doesn't mean I excuse what he did or the way he did it. BUT, I might have kept fighting for him and might still be stuck in that abuse had he not. 
I think about it a lot less. It hurts a lot less. I'm at peace with his absence from my life. Even if I still SMH in disbelief at the way it all went down, I AM THANKFUL IT DID! 

I have a man that loves God. He has a girl that gets her tarot cards read. I have a man that loves me. He has a girl that pity's him.  

I finally know what love is. I know what a man is and see all the benefits of it. I know what it feels like to be with someone who is acknowledged and adored by his family. A family that welcomes me with open arms. 
I know what gentleness is. Respect. Consideration. I feel safe and peaceful. I look forward to our time together and never get sick of hearing from him. He makes me smile and laugh. I crave him and he craves me. Everything is mutual. Everything is beautiful. We have a future to look forward too. And best of all, we have family that is happy for us and supports our journey. 
I may not be here if he (the ex) hadn't left. I would not know what REAL love is. And for that, I THANK YOU!  

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