Breaking The Link
I finally felt the sting of the past subside. I no longer felt like a mouse confined inside a cage built by my mother and stepfather. She called again, and I immediately blocked her number. It was difficult at first, but necessary. I could finally breathe now that their voices were no longer hanging over me. I felt liberated, not simply from the house, but also from their continual presence.
Breaking The Link
A New View
‘Forgiveness comes later,’ I said Jenna as I sipped my chamomile tea. We spent a nice evening rearranging the living area. Where my stepfather’s beer fridge had once buzzed, there was now a beautiful green plant. It seemed like the final touch of vitality I needed, a symbol of a fresh start. Jenna grinned, realizing the meaning. It seemed strange how something as basic as replacing a fridge with a plant could have such a significant impact.
A New View
