Musings

Five years ago marked my last Thanksgiving with my family.  I had no idea then what would transpire over the next six months and how everything in my life would pivot upon the choices that I would make that day.  I had no idea that I would lose so many people that I loved, so many people that I trusted with my heart, so many people that I called family and friends.  All in a desperate attempt to remove one person from my life.  All in a desperate attempt to save myself.  All because I stood up and said no more.  All because I decided that my life still had value, when he insisted that it did not.  When I see all of the people that I have lost--within his family, within my own--would I, in hindsight, go back and change my decisions?  If I could have them all back, would it be worth the misery that I was living with daily?  Would I go back and change it???