I did a thing today. I made my homemade Dulce de Leche Cookie Cups. The last time I made these, I was 31 years old. Living in New York. Working in city group homes as a residential counselor. In a relationship with someone who had a very heavy hand. Heavy. Heavy. Heavy. It wasn't my first Christmas with her. But, it was my last.
That particular December was the worst. Lots of untreated injuries. A few of which included a minor TBI, fractured tailbone, and stuff that didn't heal that still affects me to this day.
Amid the shitstorm, I was still expected to bake gourmet goodies and meals for her family and friends.
Buy gifts.
Wrap presents.
Have parties.
Impress those in her life.
I did it.
For survival.
TODAY, I'm 47. I still walk with a limp, I have chronic pain, and repeat myself a lot.
Today, I'm living my best life.
I'm married to my best friend.
We have the greatest kids.
We bought a house in February.
Our tribe has gotten smaller and altered a bit, but...
We have some rather incredible people in our life in the here and now.
Family.
Friends.
New neighbors.
Blessed.
Humbled.
Grateful.
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