Since beginning this website and writing publicly, there has been a part to my life I haven’t told. After awhile, I felt like it was becoming some secret. I didn’t write about it mainly because it was over. Done. Buried. And reliving those days creates a great amount of guilt and depression on my heart.
I don’t want to hide anymore. It wasn’t my fault, and no one deserves to be hurt. Especially hurt by the hands of the people who love them. Or at least said they did.
Fifteen years later, as I sat down in the dawn hours to write this piece, I realize my first marriage wasn’t love. Love should never hurt or leave bruises. No one has any right to hold your heart and body hostage.
And just like that, my secret is written and freed.