We Met @ 8

I want to take y'all back to where it all started. My ex-husband and I grew up on the same block--our moms grew up together, and the whole neighborhood felt like home sweet home.  It was the kind of place where everybody knew each other, where childhood memories were made.  

Years later, while I was working at the jail, we crossed paths again.  But this time, something was different.  The way he looked at me wasn't the same as when we were kids.  That look turned into something more, and before I knew it, we started dating.  I moved in with him  on U Street, NW and life was good--for a while.

Then came the other women.  And when they came, I left.  I moved back to 1505, trying to pick up the pieces.  But he came back, apologized and I gave him another chance.  And another. And another.  This cycle went on for years--me leaving, him coming back, me believing things would change.

It took me years to finally break free, to overcome the hold that cycle had on me.  But I want y'all to know that healing is possible.  It's not easy, and it doesn't happen overnight, but one day, you wake up and realize you're done repeating the same story.  And that's when real freedom begins.