Me, Myself and I
Too many times in my life, I wished I would sprout wings and fly off into the sunset.
Too many times in my youth did I wish I was born to someone else, maybe a king and queen who would realize that I was their long-lost daughter.
Too many times did I close my eyes and say, "not again, please".
Too many times did I wish my mother would really look at me, not as a threat but as an innocent.
At 13 I got pregnant, ran away with the idiot, all the while praying that my mom would come looking for me, just another pipe dream.
By the time I turned 18, I had a 4, 3, and a newborn baby, stuck with the abomination who beat me since the day I ran away with him.
I hated him, worse I loathed myself for making this hell for me and my children as well.
I pulled all the strength I had, spoke to my soul, and said "that's enough of that!" I knew I couldn't walk away from this thing that attached himself to me. So I did the next best thing enrolled back in school and Got my G.E.D, that increased the beatings and verbal abuse, made me take that test before class even ended
I passed with flying colors, couldn't believe I had it in me.
Next few years flew by by the time I was 25 I had 3 different degrees, depended on nobody and was oblivious of the tragedies my future held for me.
There isn't enough space on this page to relive my past, just know that today I'm ok.
Sober, married and most important sane.
© 3 hours ago, Maria Cruz