I escaped my 20yr abuser. Moved out. Cut all contact. And filed for divorce.

Last Sunday I did this for me as a reminder that I've already won battles against my own mind and emotions.

Regardless of how bad things may feel now, I've already won harder battles

I thought I was done with waking up in the morning and having my first thought be, "I wonder what the fucking idiot did while I was asleep."

*Steps on to archivist soapbox, taps microphone*

The biggest lie you can tell yourself is "I'll remember."

No. You won't.

Write down/add metadata about who/what/where/when. Put a year on EVERYTHING.

Now is a great time to group project this with family!

I'm out.

I made it to the place I'm staying for a few days.

I had to leave so fucking much stuff behind, 98% easy, but...

I don't have children, it's not like I had anyone to pass the stuff down to anyway.

I have my mother's teddy bear, my grandfather's WWII dog tag, and some pics. I'm good.

Ok.

I have a place to stay until Feb 1 at least.

Divorce papers filed yesterday.

Packing only what I need and can fit in a 5x5 storage.

Going to use a "keep the peace" call later. Just need to have more done before I call.

Still scared.

After 20+ years, I'm leaving my abuser. I have 100 pounds & 8" on her, but I am still so scared I am doing a "midnight" move.

Even my dad, a hard man & ex army sniper, told me today I need an advocate.

I don't know how life got this bad, but I feel hopeful again after years. I have a plan.

It is no small thing that a Manhattan judge continues to stand up to the criminal who is headed to the White House.

This is important to resistance of the new autocracy. #TakeSides