Memorial Day of another kind
Here we are, almost a year after a massive trauma in my life. He sexually assaulted me and I couldn’t do anything to take it public or make him pay. I’ve lived the last year in constant fear of running into him in our small community. I frequently stalk his social media to try to make sure we aren’t crossing paths. All of these things do nothing but make it worse, I’m sure. Today was any normal day in my family’s life. For the last several years, my daughter has participated in a dance class where she excels more and more each day. She loves the spot light and the idea of being involved in a parade makes it all more exciting. Last year’s parade was cancelled like everything else thanks to COVID so this year was a huge deal. On top of my daughter participating, my son took up Karate and wanted to walk with his Karate program as well. My ex husband and I were the lowly bystanders watching them work their magic in their parade. Let’s flash back for just a moment to my triggers from m...