the little girl.... i left her there... waiting for me... left her waiting on the curbside, til i was stronger, til it was safe enough for her to come back to me....
i found her. she cried last night... she's been crying a lot lately. so happy to finally see me again, i embrace her and let her tears flow....
but i have to stop her cuz it hurts me to see her so distressed from all those years of abuse.. she's just a little girl. maybe 7, 8 .. she doesnt speak.
i took her in. she can stay there and find comfort in me. i feel as if i can carry her, since she is so small, and i have become stronger.
but i do not want her to come out like she used to, and she would cry in front of people.
if she does that again i will have to leave her again.
and id hate to do that to her cuz she is just a little girl.