Courage

Hell. I don't know what gives someone courage. I don't know what makes people brave. But God, I had it Tuesday.

Maybe it was for me? Maybe it was everything I felt like my father-ex had control of. Maybe it was to make people proud. I have no idea, but I went over to the house, and I got my yearbooks. I got those damn yearbooks I've wanted for so long. I did it. All by myself.

And I said things that I had only dreamed of saying. I told him not to touch me. I told him I didn't think he deserved my respect. I told him that. He was standing right in front of me, and I said that! He tried to talk about the past year and ask what had happened. He tried to say something about my mom. I stopped him. I set things straight. I told him it was our choice to leave and not come back. I told him all those things. I don't know where I got so brave. All the years that my yearbooks symbolize. Maybe I wanted that time back. But God, I did it. I really did. It happened.