People keep telling me I look better. My skin is brighter, and I seem happier. My eyes aren’t as heavy and my forehead not as wrinkled.
But the biggest thing I’ve realized is that I don’t grind my teeth anymore, my jaw used to ache constantly from the anxiety he gave me.
The longer I go without something, the more I’m okay with never having it again. And once I detach from someone or something completely, reconnection with me becomes impossible because I know what it took for me to finally let go. Once I’m done, I’m done.