Mar 9, 2022
Yes. At least, it was for me. I was ready to be done with him. I was not ready to lose my home, my place of safety, the place where I thought I'd grow old.
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Written by Kyra Johnson
Writer, entrepreneur, and dedicated explorer of enchanting moments. She has contributed to People Magazine, Huffington Post, The LA Times, Boston Globe, & more.
