It is November 27, 2024 1:57 AM. Not surprising that this is around the time I write on this day, every month. If I sleep, I wake up right on time. When I work through it, even with no clock in sight, the tears come automatically. There really is no escape. We have a beautiful place, which helps on normal days, but not on this day, and definitely not with the added heart ache, since Mr. D chose this day last month to say he doesn’t care about me. Damn him. Just when I was beginning to see a brighter light. I did place one foot into that dark abyss and came out screaming. He is not worth me sinking so low. I am better than that. And I am proving it.
In just a couple of weeks, I have managed to gain quitee the social media following. This is my first time ever really being so open in public view. I do not do it for attention. I do it because I create beautiful videos that captivate; and right now, that is the best marketing. Especially since today, November 27, 2024, marks a NEW BEGINNING. A DIVINE GIFT: EMRYS’ STORY is about to begin being distributed. Our Tiny Angel lives on through his story. And the revolution it is about to create is very welcomed.
In this moment, we are still broke. I am still paying on past due bills, and we are surviving. And that is okay. We are in the place we should be.
Juju’s long-distance friend, Roc (that is his name), remains consistent with keeping her company over the headset. She laughs more now. She needs to start getting up and doing more , but the laughing , I will take that for now. She is asleep now, with the camera of her iPad on, because if Roc notices something wrong, he will call me. I can rest.
In my social media endeavors, I have made a new friend. This one is also both male and female, but different. This one is not afraid of emotion. This one has made a sacrifice, and stayed awake on the phone with me texting while I got through that dreaded hour. The most painful hour. Especially since now, not only do I feel my heart shredding, I also feel Mr. D stabbing it over and over again.
And My Emrys, My Sweet Boy, you are still making things happen. I still feel your tiny hand on my cheek, and see your mischievous smile as we shared our little secrets. Secrets this world isn’t ready for, since it is the ones we are supposed to trust that are causing so much destruction in this world.
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