It literally woke me from sleep, made me want to throw-up and threatened to drag me back ck to day one: It said to me, "If you truly were made pricy to all the ways your trash rx fucked you over you couldn't handle. The ways in which she truly disrespected you and herself, you couldn't bare it. Just look atthe says that she has turned on you, outwardly. . . multiply that by 1000. I probably wouldn't be here talking about this with you all. The only counter thought that had sustained throughout that relationship was something I even had to audibly vocalize at times and that was, You are not worth my freedom, b!". I used to have to exclaim that aloud. I had to rely on spirituality so many times. Things like there is something that truly wants my soul out here, and It yearns for me to screw-up. Because, of the level that I am destined for. . . it wants my head. But, because I'm shielded, even unbeknownst to me, in such a way that I overcome every time.That is, even to the point of realizing this is a story, written in a book for someone else to read. Your path has already been laid and you were made to be victorious.