Free

To get up in the morning and hear the sounds of my husband and know I’m protected.  To smell the wonderful aroma, of biscuits in the oven and gravy.  Freedom that no one is going to hurt me, I’m safe.  No more putting the covers over my head and hiding.  No more squabbles with my mother or having to see my perpetrator ever again, that’s freedom to me.

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