I am writing about this in a short story, you should check it out.
p.s.
forgive my spelling, I snuck on their pc, since mine is in storage and the keys are messed up as well as my thinking.
I am finally divorced, after all this time and energy spent, after all the abuse and the nastiness..I am free. I feel it. The freedom. A weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I only have one dilema at the moment and it is a sad one that I am working on.
I have run away from home. well, kinda.. I have actually been transported across state line. (um, like kidnapped- I thought I was running away to one place and was taken to another and put in a cold basement)I guess that is what it is called since I am not and have not been in my right mind for some time with the seriousness of my depression. The only thing my depression has not touched is my ability to put words down.
They have taken my divorce settlement and so now I am trapped way up in Seattle miles and miles from Texas and my kids.
The delima, getting out of here and able to get back home... I am sure they will see this but so will my family and many others, so it is a chance worth taking. I just want to go home. If they don't kill me, if the depression doesn't kill me, I will find myself to freedom. One way or another.
