This post is in response to the weekly prompt at Sunday Scribblings.
"Can I move in with you?" he asked.
Every cell in my body screamed "NO!", but my heart whispered, "Yes."
Under the same roof, the truth revealed: You are an alcoholic. Abusive words erased my smiles and laughter. A vacant shell, I sleepwalked through life, numb from food, drugs and alcohol.
Anger pinned me on the bed. Bitterness smothered my face with a pillow. Fear awakened love for myself. "Get out." My voice, no longer dormant.
From that moment on, I listen to my mind, body and soul and trust what it has to say. I may not always follow my gut, but with every decision I consciously try to choose self love. Lesson learned.