I remember. But now I don’t mind.
I remember. But now I don’t mind. I remember the tears. I remember puting babies to bed after bath time and then sneaking to the garage to sob into a pillow so they wouldn’t hear. I remember. But now I don’t mind. I remember being told I was crazy. I remember hearing I was the reason he left. I remember being told to “get over it.” I remember. But now I don’t mind. I remember five dollar pizzas for dinner. I remember sitting at that kitchen table with the end chair empty, trying to make a new normal and still sit down as a family. I remember. But now I don’t mind. I remember the fear. The fear of the lies. The fear of night. The fear of failing. I remember. But now I don’t mind. I remember. But now I praise Him instead of beg Him. I remember. But now I am strong. I remember. But now I trust His plan. I remember. But now I don’t think about it. I remember. I remember. I will never forget. But now I don’t mind. And I don’t mind, because my past does not define me. I don’t mind, because I...