When I first struggled through the assault, I went through a whole huge range of emotions. I mourned, I questioned, I held onto hope, and I got angry. I didn't get really angry until Steven was out of jail - nor was I afraid as long as I knew he was behind bars. It was when I found out he was out that I had my first burst of anger and then I didn't sleep for about two or three days, especially after he showed up at my house, because I was terrified and saw him hit me again every time I closed my eyes.
And it was then that I made up my mind, and I have continued with this resolve throughout the ordeal, that I was not going to allow him to win this one. I was not going to quit living my life. There was no way what he did to me would take any quality of life from me in the long term.
Getting behind the wheel of a bus last night, I felt so emotionally and physically empowered. Words cannot begin to say all that went through my mind, body, and heart!
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