I’m not perfect, but I have integrity.
I shared a home and beautiful children with someone who I believed when he told me he was sorry and would do everything in his power to not hurt me. Again.
Maybe it’s naivety, but I believe the words people tell me, especially from someone who convinced me I was his everything, his “home”.
I didn’t know he’d been lying through his teeth the entire time—spinning his sins into my psyche—making me believe something was wrong with me.
As I slowly rise from where he hoped to bury me, I now realize it was never me.
Nothing is wrong with me because I live with integrity.