Life is full of decisions, and sadly you don't get to see how they
play out beforehand. Some are rewarding, and bring joy, while others bring nothing but misery. Misery is such a wrong word to describe unhappiness, and sadly I understand what those words mean. I look outside the window and my mind sees a blue sky and green grass, but my heart sees the outside of a jail cell, something dark, gloomy, and gray. My neighbor. Well, she has the key to my cell. The key that locked me inside these walls. I never cared about what people thought about me. I've always been headstrong, and if someone's not going to accept me for who I truly am, then they don't deserve me at all. But when people don't understand, it's tough to drop someone associated with your kids. You have these thoughts in your head, like am I a bad mom for taking someone from my children? Even though I never received respect from her during the thirteen years she spent ruining my reputation, I'm going to protect her identity. Throughout this process, I learned what it truly meant to be a bigger person. I find myself giving this person a lot of grace by not fighting back. She can go around and spread lies about me, and all I would honestly have to do is tell the truth. Tell the truth of all the mental abuse I suffered. But I keep silent because two wrongs don't make a right.