God I fucking hate grief sometimes when it comes to healing. My youngest had her therapy intake today and the therapist asked me how the separation was and I broke down. Why such a choke hold? Why the lump in my throat? Why can’t I talk about it to a complete stranger without falling apart in tears. I was not expecting that reaction, especially after 5 years. Than on the way home it hit me, that’s a response to the continuous abuse I endure by him and I fear it’s going to ruin the kids. 🧵