I take my sandles off and dig my toes into the wet sand on the shore of Lake Superior at Whitefish Point, as if I am attempting to take root here and never leave again.
I am terrified. Tomorrow I have to return back to Indiana in a desperate attempt to rescue my beloved dogs Abbi and Bailey. They are safe right now, with a trusted friend. But after my ex's phone calls over the past two days, he has convinced me that once he gets his hands on my dogs he will kill them or have them destroyed. I have learned over the years not to put anything past him. He is evil.
I try to calm myself and tell myself that everything will be okay. He won't be home from the road until Friday. I will have plenty of time to move my belongings out of the house and get Abbi and Bailey...and be back home in Michigan before his semi touches the Indiana state line on Friday.
It's just a divorce, I tell myself as I wade out into the clear cold waters of Lake Superior.
I close my eyes and breathe in the scent of the fresh water and the northern pines, as the cold water splashes up around my calves. I have done nothing wrong in leaving...no scratch that...in escaping an abusive narcissist asshole and returning home to Michigan. Sure, the asshole ex is pissed, but he cannot get away with doing everything he claims he will do to me for daring to divorce him...nope scratch that again...for daring to escape him.
I am going to be okay, I tell myself. He is not as powerful as he claims he is. No matter what he says, I have a right to leave him and I have a right to return home to Michigan. I am no longer his prisoner.
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