My fucking life matters…

I am free. I am free.

I can do whatever, whenever, however.

Thank MYself and the domestic abuse support charities that carried me to freedom from a sickening, dangerous narcissist.

No one to tell me anything about how I live, think, cry, love, parent.

I am free.

There is a price to pay for every good thing. I sacrifice everything for this freedom.

If there is no man to enjoy me as I am. I will be alone. I’m worth too much.

Just as much as I see your weirdness all around me and I tolerate, laugh at it and embrace.

One day, I’ll meet someone willing to do the same for me.

Til then, I’ll make sure MY life matters.

Nurturing my sexy, sassy, intellect and conscious kindness.

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