Last month it was a year ago that I finally got the papers that told me I was responsible for myself and my son. That I would be responsible for how happy we would be and responsible for every decision I made.
To get that far, to admit that that would be the step I had to take, took me about 2 years I think, after that, it took about a year to make it all really happen.
Seeing where we are now, how wonderful my son is doing. Seeing his self confidence grow, I think we are doing great.
We are looking at the future with the feeling that we have a lot to look forward to.
For a year there were no dark clouds smothering us, no dark clouds that made it hard to breath, no clouds that made us want to tiptoe around in fear of dark clouds turning into thunderstorms.
We are actually discussing the future, what do we want, for my son, the sky seems the limit right now.
He finally is getting the idea that good things can happen to him also, that he is smart enough to make things happen himself.
The two of us learned an awful lot this year.
Strongly encouraged by Jack, who seems to believe in people and has a positive look on things.
And than you walk into people with such a negative attitude, who set you back years.
People that tell you that no matter what you want, other people pull the strings. That no matter how hard you worked, it won't help you.
People so negative, who look down on you and make you feel bad instantly.
People who make you mad, make you want to cry and crawl under a rock and hide.
They tell you they mean well, they want you to have the best life possible.
Who tell you they want to see you happy...
I walked away.
You can tell me that that was weak, but I had had to get away from those dark clouds that were already suffocating me.
I needed about 45 minutes to recognize they are wrong.
My life is mine, my decisions are mine to take.
And I am doing a good job, together with my son.
It is MY life!!!
And I live it how I want to live it.
I am not asking for your permission and I sure don't need it.