FREE

Preface: When I was young I thought like a babe...freedom comes at a cost.

What would you pay to be free? What if it meant leaving everyone and everything behind? I did just that, and I can truly say I paid the ultimate price for freedom.

• Sometimes, I get sick, and tired of being stalked by my family. 
• I walked away from all of them years ago. 

 It took me years to figure out who the players were and the games they had tempted me to engage into, with them.

There was much discord and dysfunction on a level of inappropriate proportions.

My freedom involved me walking away and making no contact.

The toxicity of the lies, lawlessness, the baiting and switching, using me, manipulating me, and the narcissistic personalities that ran rampant among the gene pool in my family, it was all enough to make the happiest person miserable.

So I took the advice of my grandparents (the only sane people in my life-at that time) and I cut the perverbial umbilical cords.

• But did I do the right thing?

Life back then told me "yes" now it says "maybe"...but there's more to the story than meets the eye.

to be continued soon..,

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