She chose the time, date and method.
Suicide via morphine.
I was not there. I've been tortured with today for so long that I'm numb.
My husband is such a good man that he wouldn't let her die on her own, and saved me from having to collect the body.
I'm exhausted.
The past 15 years have been particularly hard on me.
After my wedding, which she promptly took over. My first anniversary and every day thereafter...Im free to make my own decisions. And the.consequences are my own, and second and third order impacts I choose are for my legacy.
My children and their children.
It's hard to stand in such a long shadow. From two parents. The darkness they threw over my life was avoidable. But they were not allowed to observe or deconstruct it in healthy way that understood that there are second order impacts that MUST BE CONSIDERED.
But white people are like that. Self serving and short sighted.
But I have generations in my blood. I am eve. I am the beginning. And I will start fresh with the blessings of a vengeful God to fight my way to the end. Because winning is the goal. And you know you've won when you feel elated.
And I'm almost there.
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