THE WAIT
The weeks after the divorce were strange. Not bad. Just strange. Like learning to walk after being seated for five years. I woke up every morning and reminded myself: I am free. I am free. I am free. Some days, I believed it. Some days, I didn't. Julian was patient. He didn't push. He didn't ask me to be okay before I was ready. He just stayed. "You're thinking too loud," he said one morning. I was standing at the window, watching the sun rise. "I'm trying to figure out who I am," I said. "Who are you trying to be?" "Someone new. Someone who isn't defined by what Daniel did to her." Julian came up behind me. Wrapped his arms around my waist. "You've been that person for a long time," he said. "You just didn't see it." --- Vanessa came over that afternoon. She had a box in he
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