No more bruises for Gina.

No more bad excuses or long sleeved disguises to hide the evidence of long suffering codependency. Others now follow your story about when enough was enough and follow the scent of your flower’s first bloom released at the exit that saved your life and three little others.

You’re on your own now. Your own money and future and hope since it was never too late to ask for help out of a hell you’d called home for too many painful years.

Best of all, no more bruises but those fading distant memories which hurt less each courageous independent step forward.

And just this morning, three little hearts looked up at you and called you hero as if it was your destiny. And indeed, as you poured their breakfast cereal, God knew it always was.

No more, now that you know more.