Perspective

Just to put things into perspective, it is now the fall of 2011.  I am 41.  I have been divorced (for the second time) since 2007.  My younger daughter has not seen her dad for almost ten months.  I still wake up at night in fear….imagining M standing over my bed….panting and unshaven ….here to hurt me… or to beg me to stay, so he can hurt me every day for the rest of my life.  I am grateful every day for my job and for my health insurance.  We have a roof over our heads and the majority of our mental healthcare is paid for.  From the outside, our life looks mostly normal.